Every time you come to the limit of what is demanded of you, you are faced with the same problem-to be yourself!

— Henry Miller

Example moves the world more than doctrine.

— Henry Miller

For in Mexico, ladies and gentlemen, it's always high noon and what glows is fuchsia and what's dead is dead and no feather-dusters.

— Henry Miller

For the man in the paddock, whose duty is to sweep up manure, the supreme terror is the possibility of a world without horses. To tell him that it is disgusting to spend one’s life shoveling up hot turds is a piece of imbecility. A man can get to love to shit if his livelihood depends on it, if his happiness is involved.

— Henry Miller

For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world.

— Henry Miller

He is trying to recapture his innocence, yet all he succeeds in doing (by writing) is to inoculate the world with a virus of his disillusionment.

— Henry Miller

He read as much as his curiosity demanded - which is to say all

— Henry Miller

He saw that science had become as great a hoax as religion, that nationalism was a farce, patriotism a fraud, education a form of leprosy, and that morals were for cannibals

— Henry Miller

He’s like a hero come back from the war, a poor maimed bastard living out the reality of his dreams. Wherever he sits himself the chair collapses; whatever door reenters the room is empty: whatever he puts in his mouth leaves bad taste. Everything is just the same as it was before; the elements are unchanged, the dream is no different from the reality. Only, between the time he went to sleep and the time he woke up, his body was stolen.

— Henry Miller

How speak about an art which no one recognizes as an art? I know that a great deal has already been written about the "art of the cinema". One can read about it almost every day in the newspapers & the magazines. But it is not the art of the cinema which you will find discussed therein--it is rather dire, botched embryo as it now stands revealed before our eyes, the still-birth which was mangled in the womb by the obstetricians of art.

— Henry Miller