• all of us have a place in history. mine is clouds

    Richard Brautigan
  • I will be very careful the next time I fall in love, she told herself. Also, she had made a promise to herself that she intended on keeping. She was never going to go out with another writer: no matter how charming, sensitive, inventive or fun they could be. They weren't worth it in the long run. They were emotionally too expensive and the upkeep was complicated. They were like having a vacuum cleaner around the house that broke all the time and only Einstein could fix it. She wanted her next lover to be a broom

    Richard Brautigan
  • I’ll affect you slowlyas if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants.It won’t rain

    Richard Brautigan
  • the sweet juices of your mouthare like castles bathed in honey.i've never had it done so gently before.you have put a circle of castlesaround my penis and you swirl themlike sunlight on the wings of birds

    Richard Brautigan
  • We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love

    Richard Brautigan
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