Quote by: Henry Miller

New York! The white prisons, the sidewalks swarming with maggots, the breadlines, the opium joints that are built like palaces, the kikes that are there, the lepers, the thugs, and above all, the ennui, the monotony of faces, streets, legs, houses, skyscrapers, meals, posters, jobs, crimes, loves... A whole city erected over a hollow pit of nothingness. Meaningless. Absolute meaningless.


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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