Status Updates From Henry Miller, su mujer y yo

i have enjoyed every minute of this book. i’m slow to read it because i want to take it in, and i put it down so often because it inspires my own writing. i feel rejuvenated as i read and write. it’s becoming my bible

"that is the weakest way of enjoying life: to let it whip you."

ma'am maybe I am a masochist.

You have such a delicious sense of humor — I adore that in you. I want always to see you laughing. It belongs to you.

He said I could only write like that, with imaginative intensity, because I had not lived out what I was writing about, that the living-out kills the imagination and the intensity, as happens to him.

Besides, being intelligent, he understands that my type can’t be ‘made’ without the illusion. He cannot bother with illusions. O.K. He is a little angry, but… he’ll make a story out of it. He is amused because I tell him I know he doesn’t love me. He thought I might be childish enough to believe that he did. ‘Bright kid,’ he says. And he tells me all his troubles.