And the books you write. They're not you. They're not me sitting here, this Henry Miller. They belong to someone else. It's terrible. You can never rest.

Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.

The blind lead the blind. It's the democratic way.

No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in.

If you are well off and can afford to spend ten or twenty-five dollars a day to hire some patient soul to listen to your troubles you can be readjusted to the crazy scheme of things and spare yourself the humiliation of becoming a Christian Scientist. You can have your ego trimmed or removed, as you wish, just like a wart or bunion.

All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.

The cancer of time is eating us away