Henry Miller Quotes - Page 2

Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything godlike about God, it is that. He dared to imagine everything

I have found God, but he is insufficient.

No man is great enough or wise enough for any of us to surrender our destiny to. The only way in which anyone can lead us is to restore to us the belief in our own guidance.

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

He saw that science had become as great a hoax as religion, that nationalism was a farce, patriotism a fraud, education a form of leprosy, and that morals were for cannibals

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.

It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: It comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.

A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.

We should read to give our souls a chance to luxuriate.

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth - I count that something of a miracle.

What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse.

Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant

I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.

I am fucking you, Tania, so that you'll stay fucked.

And her delicacy offended. Who wants a delicate whore! Claude would even ask you to turn your face away when she squatted over the bidet. All wrong! A man, when he's burning up with passion, wants to see things; he wants to see everything, even how they make water.

[...] I know how to inflame a cunt. I shoot hot bolts into you, Tania. I make your ovaries incandescent.

When a desperate, hungry spirit appears and makes the guinea pigs squeal it is because he knows where to put the live wire of sex, because he knows that beneath the hard carapace of indifference there is concealed the ugly gash, the wound that never heals.

Yes, he knows how to build a fire, but I know how to inflame a cunt.

Out yonder they may curse, revile, and torture one another, defile all the human instincts, make a shambles of creation (if it were in their power), but here, no, here, it is unthinkable, here there is abiding peace, the peace of God, and the serene security created by a handful of good neighbors living at one with the creature world.