Henry Miller, Tropic Of Cancer Quotes

Words are loneliness.

I have found God, but he is insufficient.

For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world.

Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown...

Art consists in going the full length. If you start with the drums you have to end with dynamite, or TNT.

The word in your mouth is anarchy.

The world around me is dissolving leaving here and there spots of time. The world is a cancer eating itself away.

I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse.

A beautiful nap this afternoon that put velvet between my vertebrae.

We have no need for genius - genius is dead. We have need for strong hands, for spirits who are willing to give up the ghost and put on flesh...