What I secretly longed for was to disentangle myself of all those lives which had woven themselves into the pattern of my own life and were making my destiny a part of theirs. To shake myself free of these accumulating experiences which were mine only by force of inertia required a violent effort. Now and then I lunged and tore at the net, but only to become more enmeshed. My liberation seemed to involve pain and suffering to those near and dear to me. Every move I made for my own private good brought about reproach and condemnation. I was a traitor a thousand times over.
Henry MillerIf the poet can no longer speak for society, but only for himself, then we are at the last ditch.
Henry MillerThe one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough is love.
Henry Miller