When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow, it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand.
Henry MillerSomewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to tell is not nearly so important as the telling itself.
Henry MillerThe 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.
Henry Miller