Henry Miller
Henry Miller
Henry Valentine Millerwas an American writer. He was known for breaking with existing literary forms, developing a new sort of semi-autobiographical novel that blended character study, social criticism, philosophical reflection, explicit language, sex, surrealist free association and mysticism. His most characteristic works of this kind are Tropic of Cancer, Black Spring, Tropic of Capricornand The Rosy Crucifixion trilogy, all of which are based on his experiences in New York and Paris, and all of which were banned in the United...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAutobiographer
Date of Birth26 December 1891
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
The loss of sex polarity is part and parcel of the larger disintegration, the reflex of the soul's death, and coincident with the disappearance of great men, great deeds, great causes, great wars, etc.
Everybody says sex is obscene. The only true obscenity is war.
I don't know whether you've ever had a woman eat an apple while you were doing it. Well, you can imagine how that affects you.
Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation... The other eight are unimportant.
What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse.
To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.
I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.
It isn't the oceans which cut us off from the world -- it's the American way of looking at things.
My books are the books that I am, the confused man, the negligent man, the reckless man, the lusty, obscene, boisterous, scrupulous, lying, diabolically truthful man that I am.
We can't go into town and buy clothes, so we supply that for our people,
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.
The world is not to be put in order, the world is order incarnate. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order.
Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not yet understood