Richard Brautigan Quotes

Karma Repair Kit Items 1-4. 1.Get enough food to eat, and eat it. 2.Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and sleep there. 3.Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself, and listen to it. 4.

Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself and listen to it.

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.

It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.

The time is right to mix sentences with dirt and the sun with punctuation and rain with verbs.

All girls should have a poem written for them even if we have to turn this goddamn world upside down to do it.

Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this

For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren't you at all.

One day Time will die And love will bury it

I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.

I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.

My teachers could easily have ridden with Jesse James for all the time they stole from me.

I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word 'mayonnaise.

I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.

Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.

Like some kind of strange vacuum cleaner I tried to console him. I recited the same old litanies that you say to people when you try to help their broken hearts, but words can't help at all. It's just the sound of another human voice that makes the only difference. There's nothing you're ever going to say that's going to make anybody happy when they're feeling shitty about losing somebody that they love.

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.

There was something dead in my heart. I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a dog. Using logical deduction, I came to the conclusion that it was a mouse. I had a dead mouse in my heart.

Her sunny side was always up.

There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't.

Once upon a time there was a dwarf knight who only had fifty words to live in and they were so fleeting that he only had time to put on a suit of armor and ride swiftly on a black horse into a very well-lit woods where he vanished forever.

A sombrero fell out of the sky and landed on the main street of town in front of the mayor, his cousin, and a person out of work. The day was scrubbed clean by the desert air. The sky was blue. It was the blue of human eyes, waiting for something to happen. There was no reason for a sombrero to fall out of the sky. No airplane or helicopter was passing overhead and it was not a religious holiday.

I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.

Im haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words. Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint.

If you get hung up on everybody else's hang-ups, then the whole world's going to be nothing more than one huge gallows.