Richard Brautigan

Richard Brautigan
Richard Gary Brautiganwas an American novelist, poet, and short story writer. His work often employs black comedy, parody, and satire. He is best known for his 1967 novel Trout Fishing in America...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth30 January 1935
CountryUnited States of America
hands coins pieces
The sun was like a huge 50-cent piece that someone had poured kerosene on and then had lit with a match, and said, "Here, hold this while I go get a newspaper," and put the coin in my hand, but never came back.
nice hands making-love
We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.
kids thinking hands
For the rest of my life I'll be thinking about that hamburger. I'll be sitting there at the counter, holding it in my hands with tears streaming down my cheeks. The waitress will be looking away because she doesn't like to see kids crying when they are eating hamburgers...
alone trout until
After that first trout I was alone in there. But I didn'tknow it until later.
men sunflower fables
There are not too many fables about man's misuse of sunflower seeds.
reality able aids
He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.
beach halloween night
I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping up against the rocks and rolling up on the beaches; it must be Halloween in the sea
bees used stomach
The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.
sides sunny sunny-side
Her sunny side was always up.
space forever spinning
Boo, Forever Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.
morning nice wake-up
Love Poem ـــــــــ It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more.
dream sight doors
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams.
numbers way needs
"I count a lot of things that there's no need to count," Cameron said. "Just because that's the way I am. But I count all the things that need to be counted."
trying locks have-faith
It's pretty hard to have faith when everybody is trying to lock you up.