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85 Richard Brautigan Quotes That Will Leave You Enthralled
Richard Brautigan was a prolific American short-story writer, novelist and poet. His thoughts and works often reflected satire, black comedy, magic realism and parody. Some of his best-known works include, ‘In Watermelon Sugar,’ ‘A Confederate General from Big Sur,’ ‘Trout Fishing in America,’ ‘Willard and His Bowling,’ amongst others. Until 1982 he published a number of poetry and prose collection. In 1984 he committed suicide after suffering from years of despair as mentioned by sources. He influenced a number of writers and poets including, ‘Sarah Hall,’ ‘Haruki Muraami,’ ‘Christopher Moore’ and ‘W.P Kinsella.’ Following is a corpus that includes the most sought-after quotations and sayings by Richard Brautigan. Take a look at the widely quoted collection of thoughts and quotes by Richard Brautigan.
I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.
Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?
Richard Brautigan
If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago:
Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer.
That is my name.
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
If you will die for me,
I will die for you
and our graves will be like two lovers washing
their clothes together
in a laundromat
If you will bring the soap
I will bring the bleach.
Elizabeth's voice had a door in it. When you opened that door you found another door, and that door opened yet another door. All the doors were nice and led out of her.
Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.
Richard Brautigan
The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.
There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't.
In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I will tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.
The 1960s:
A lot of people remember hating President Lyndon Baines Johnson and loving Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison, depending on the point of view. God rest their souls.
In a Cafe"
I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.
Richard Brautigan
He looked as if he had been beaten to death with a wine bottle, but by doing it with the contents of the bottle.
Richard Brautigan
Everyone has a place in history. Mine is clouds.
Richard Brautigan
It was not an outhouse resting upon the imagination. It was reality.
Richard Brautigan
I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.
She wore a loose bathrobe that covered up a body that would have won first prize in a beauty contest for cement blocks.....She had a voice that made pearl harbour sound like a lullaby.
He looked as if he'd got a lot of pleasure out of going ten rounds with your grandmother and making sure she went the whole distance.
Richard Brautigan
When he said this, it was not a form of criticism. It was just a simple observation that led to another bite from the movie on his plate called The Old Man and the Stew.
Richard Brautigan
There wasn't a single thing in there that reminded me of my existence.
One spring afternoon as a child in the strange town of Portland, I walked down to a different street corner, and saw a row of old houses, huddled together like seals on a rock.
Moonlight drifts from over
A hundred thousand miles
To fall upon a cemetery
It reads a hundred epitaphs
And then smiles at a nest of
Baby owls
Richard Brautigan
By the way, Doc Edwards said. How's that book coming along?
Oh, it's coming along.
Fine. What's it about?
Just what I'm writing down: one word after another.
Good.
Richard Brautigan
THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING IN YOUR OWN FACE
There are days when that is the last place
in the world that you want to be but you
have to be there, like a movie, because it
-----features you.
Punitive ghosts like steam-driven tennis courts
haunt the apples in my nonexistent orchard.
I remember when there were just worms out there
and they danced in moonlit cores on warm September
nights.
Now it was close to sunset and the earth was beginning to cool off in the manner of eternity and office girls were returning like penguins from Montgomery Street.
