“Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.”
More from Henry Miller
“We do not talk—we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory…”
“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…”
“I adored you. You were so soft, so diabolically angelic looking.”