Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.
Richard BrautiganSometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.
Richard BrautiganI 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 BrautiganI daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.
Richard BrautiganIn a Cafe" I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.
Richard BrautiganThis morning I saw a coyote walking through the sagebrush right at the very edge of the ocean โ next stop China. The coyote was acting like he was in New Mexico or Wyoming, except that there were whales passing below. Thatโs what this country does for you. Come down to Big Sur and let your soul have some room to get outside its marrow.
Richard Brautigan