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Henry Miller Quotes - Page 10

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We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.

We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.

Music, Ideas, Mind

Henry Miller (1959). “The Henry Miller Reader”, p.9, New Directions Publishing

Many is the mirage I chased. Always I was overreaching myself. The oftener I touched reality, the harder I bounced back to the world of illusion, which is the name for everyday life.

Reality, Names, Everyday

Henry Miller (1964). “Henry Miller on Writing”, New Directions Publishing

As long as that spark of passion is missing there is no human significance in the performance.

Passion, Long, Missing

Henry Miller, Norman Mailer (1976). “Genius and lust: a journey through the major writings of Henry Miller”, Grove Press

The waking mind, you see, is the least serviceable in the arts.

Art, Mind, Wake Up

"Conversations with Henry Miller".

Develop an Interest in Life as you see it.

Passion, Interest In Life, Beautiful Soul

New York! The white prisons, the sidewalks swarming with maggots, the breadlines, the opium joints that are built like palaces, the kikes that are there, the lepers, the thugs, and above all, the ennui, the monotony of faces, streets, legs, houses, skyscrapers, meals, posters, jobs, crimes, loves... A whole city erected over a hollow pit of nothingness. Meaningless. Absolute meaningless.

Jobs, New York, Thug

Henry Miller (1977). “Tropic of Cancer”

When I think of New York I have a very different feeling. New York makes even a rich man feel his unimportance. New York is cold, glittering, malign. The buildings dominate. There is a sort of atomic frenzy to the activity going on; the more furious the pace, the more diminished the spirit. A constant ferment, but it might just as well be going on in a test tube. Nobody knows what it's all about. Nobody directs the energy. Stupendous. Bizarre, Baffling. A tremendous reactive urge, but absolutely uncoordinated.

New York, Men, Thinking

Henry Miller (1977). “Tropic of Cancer”

Let me be, was all I wanted. Be what I am, no matter how I am.

Life, Matter, Let Me

Henry Miller (1964). “Henry Miller on Writing”, New Directions Publishing

Reality is not protected or defended by laws, proclamations, ukases, cannons and armadas. Reality is that which is sprouting all the time out of death and disintegration.

Reality, Law, Cannons

Henry Miller (1945). “The Air-conditioned Nightmare”, [New York] : New directions

Hope is a bad thing. It means that you are not what you want to be. It means that part of you is dead, if not all of you. It means that you entertain illusions. It's a sort of spiritual clap, I should say.

Inspirational, Hope, Spiritual

Henry Miller (1961). “The Cosmological Eye”, p.3, New Directions Publishing

Even the idiot may have a message for us

May, Messages, Idiot

Henry Miller (1962). “Stand Still Like the Hummingbird”, p.10, New Directions Publishing

The worst sin that can be committed against the artist is to take him at his word, to see in his work a fulfillment instead of an horizon.

Artist, Horizon, Literature

Henry Miller (1961). “The Cosmological Eye”, p.168, New Directions Publishing

Serenity is when you get above all this, when it doesn't matter what they think, say or want, but when you do as you are, and see God and Devil as one.

Thinking, Serenity, Devil

Henry Miller (1964). “Henry Miller on Writing”, New Directions Publishing

When you meet the man [Brassai] you see at once that he is equipped with no ordinary eyes. And the sharpness of vision and depth of insight are revealed in Brassai's lifelong photographic exploration of Paris - its people, places, and things.

Eye, Men, Paris

A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God. This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty . . . what you will.

Art, Book, Character

Henry Miller, Mary V. Dearborn (2007). “Crazy Cock”, p.8, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

To the man whose senses are alive and alert there is not even the need to stir from one's threshold.

Men, Needs, Alive

Henry Miller (1957). “Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch”, p.33, New Directions Publishing

Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness.

Power, Evil, Analysis

Henry Miller (1961). “The Cosmological Eye”, p.191, New Directions Publishing

History is the myth, the true myth, of man's fall made manifest in time.

Time, Fall, Men

Henry Miller (1959). “The Henry Miller Reader”, p.366, New Directions Publishing

There is the happiness which comes from creative effort. The joy of dreaming, creating, building, whether in painting a picture, writing an epic, singing a song, composing a symphony, devising new invention, creating a vast industry.

Dream, Song, Writing

Writing is its own reward.

Writing, Rewards

Henry Miller (1964). “Henry Miller on Writing”, New Directions Publishing

Cluster together like stars!

Stars, Together, Clusters

I don't think we should read for instruction but to give our souls a chance to luxuriate.

Reading, Luxury, Giving

"Dear Dear Brenda: The Love Letters of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus".

The study of crime begins with the knowledge of oneself. All that you despise, all that you loathe, all that you reject, all that you condemn and seek to convert by punishment springs from you.

Spring, Punishment, Study

Henry Miller (1970). “The Air-Conditioned Nightmare”, p.87, New Directions Publishing

The sordid qualities imputed to the enemy are always those which we recognize as our own and therefore rise to slay, because only through projection do we realize the enormity and horror of them.

Enemy, Quality, Realizing

Henry Miller (1964). “Henry Miller on Writing”, New Directions Publishing

And for that one moment of freedom you have to listen to all that love crap... it drive me nuts sometimes... I want to kick them out immediately... I do now and then. But that doesn't keep them away. They like it, in fact. The less you notice them the more they chase after you. There's something perverse about women... they're all masochists at heart.

Women, Heart, Nuts

Henry Miller, Norman Mailer (1976). “Genius and lust: a journey through the major writings of Henry Miller”, Grove Press

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