“Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.”
More from Henry Miller
“We do not talk—we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory…”
“Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted.…”
“To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth — I count that…”
“Now people are books to me. I read them from cover to cover and toss them aside. I devour…”