I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping up against the rocks and rolling up on the beaches; it must be Halloween in the sea 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 sight dream doors 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 spiders house wind 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 clothes together two I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come. Richard Brautigan christmas waiting forever I'm in a constant process of thinking about things. Richard Brautigan constant process thinking 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 fancy care culture Her sunny side was always up. Richard Brautigan sunny-side sunny sides 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 neurosis technology world 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 names long thinking 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 voice nice doors 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 car book people 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 coins pieces hands 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 dog sheep heart I like to think Richard Brautigan grace brother thinking There are seductions that should be in the Smithsonian Institute, right next to The Spirit of St. Louis. Richard Brautigan seduction next spirit 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 light white america 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 lonely love-you beautiful I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers. Richard Brautigan flower knows people 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 summer dark war He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans. Richard Brautigan sixteen new-orleans firsts
