Tropic Of Cancer Quotes by Walt Whitman, Henry Miller, Regina Brett, Louise DeSalvo and many others.
Do anything, but let it produce joy.
The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses.
Side by side with the human race there runs another race of beings, the inhuman ones, the race of artists who, goaded by unknown impulses, take the lifeless mass of humanity and by the fever and ferment with which they imbue it turn this soggy dough into bread and the bread into wine and the wine into song.
Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.
At the bottom of every frozen heart there is a drop or two of love―just enough to feed the birds.
The one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough is love.
The cancer of time is eating us away
People are like lice – they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch and scratch until the blood comes, but you can’t get permanently deloused.
I believe that today more than ever a book should be sought after even if it has only one great page in it. We must search for fragments, splinters, toenails, anything that has ore in it, anything that is capable of resuscitating the body and the soul.
We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.
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.
There’s something perverse about women…they’re all masochists at heart.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.
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