Quote by: Henry Miller

A valise without straps. A hole without a key. She had a German mouth, French ears, Russian ass. Cunt international. When the flag waved it was red all the way back to the throat. You entered on the Boulevard Jules-Ferry and came out at the Porte de la Villette. You dropped your sweetbreads into the tumbrils – red tumbrils with two wheels, naturally. At the confluence of the Ourcq and Marne, where the water sluices through the dikes and lies like glass under the bridges.


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Author Bio


  • NameHenry Miller
  • DescriptionAmerican novelist
  • BornDecember 26, 1891
  • DiedJune 7, 1980
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Painter; Novelist; Essayist
  • WorksTropic Of Cancer; Black Spring; Tropic Of Capricorn; The Colossus Of Maroussi; The Rosy Crucifixion