Dylan

“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. ”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“The cancer of time is eating us away”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“There’s something depraved about screwing a woman who doesn’t give a fuck about it. It heats your blood…” And then, after a moment’s meditation— “Can you imagine what she’d be like if she had any feelings?”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“At the bottom of every frozen heart there is a drop or two of love―just enough to feed the birds.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer