A friend came over to the house Richard Brautigan More Quotes by Richard Brautigan More Quotes From Richard Brautigan Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams. Richard Brautigan sightdreamdoors There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't. Richard Brautigan spidershousewind If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing their clothes together in a laundromat If you will bring the soap I will bring the bleach. Richard Brautigan clothestogethertwo I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come. Richard Brautigan christmaswaitingforever I'm in a constant process of thinking about things. Richard Brautigan constantprocessthinking I do not care to be esthetically tickled in a fancy theater surrounded by an audience drenched in the confident perfume of culture. I can't afford it. Richard Brautigan fancycareculture Her sunny side was always up. Richard Brautigan sunny-sidesunnysides If you get hung up on everybody else's hang-ups, then the whole world's going to be nothing more than one huge gallows. Richard Brautigan neurosistechnologyworld If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer. That is my name. Richard Brautigan nameslongthinking Elizabeth's voice had a door in it. When you opened that door you found another door, and that door opened yet another door. All the doors were nice and led out of her. Richard Brautigan voicenicedoors The bookstore was a parking lot for used graveyards. Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars. Most of the books were out of print, and no one wanted to read them any more and the people who had read the books had died or forgotten about them, but through the organic process of music the books had become virgins again. Richard Brautigan carbookpeople The sun was like a huge 50-cent piece that someone had poured kerosene on and then had lit with a match, and said, "Here, hold this while I go get a newspaper," and put the coin in my hand, but never came back. Richard Brautigan coinspieceshands There was something dead in my heart. I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a dog. Using logical deduction, I came to the conclusion that it was a mouse. I had a dead mouse in my heart. Richard Brautigan dogsheepheart I like to think Richard Brautigan gracebrotherthinking There are seductions that should be in the Smithsonian Institute, right next to The Spirit of St. Louis. Richard Brautigan seductionnextspirit the Coleman lantern is the symbol of the camping craze that is currently sweeping America, with its unholy white light burning in the forests of America. Richard Brautigan lightwhiteamerica Your Catfish Friend If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, “It's beautiful here by this pond. I wish somebody loved me,” I'd love you and be your catfish friend and drive such lonely thoughts from your mind and suddenly you would be at peace, and ask yourself, “I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them. Richard Brautigan lonelylove-youbeautiful I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers. Richard Brautigan flowerknowspeople I had become so quiet and so small in the grass by the pond that I was barely noticeable, hardly there... I sat there watching their living room shining out of the dark beside the pond. It looked like a fairy tale functioning happily in the post-World War II gothic of America before television crippled the imagination of America and turned people indoors and away from living out their own fantasies with dignity... Anyway, I just kept getting smaller and smaller beside the pond, more and more unnoticed in the darkening summer grass until I disappeared into the 32 years that have passed since then. Richard Brautigan summerdarkwar He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans. Richard Brautigan sixteennew-orleansfirsts
