About Richard Brautigan: Richard Gary Brautigan is best known for his 1967 novel Trout Fishing in America.
We could see the children's toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells, but the game was so strange that only children could tell what it was. Perhaps it wasn't a game at ...
She had a voice that made Pearl Harbor seem like a lullaby.
He looked as if he had been beaten to death with a wine bottle, but by doing it with the contents of the bottle.
Kadınlar neden buna benzer bedenleri olmasını isterler bir türlü anlamıyorum. Ne kadar acayip görünüyor, onlar da kalkıp böyle bir bedene sahip olmak için deli gibi uğraşıyorlar, ne pahasına olursa olsun, diyetlere, ameliyatlara, iğn...
I have emotions that are like newspapers that read themselves. I go for days at a time trapped in the want ads. I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I'm yours ghosts and all.
, she told herself. Also, she had made a promise to herself that she intended on keeping. She was never going to go out with another writer: no matter how charming, sensitive, inventive or fun they could be. They weren't worth it in the long run. The...
Put the coffee on, bubbles, I'm coming home
I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.
There was something dead in my heart. I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a dog. Using logical deduction, I came to the conclusion that it was a mouse. I had a dead mouse in my h...
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.
The Beautiful Poem" I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penis affectionately. Knowing it has been inside you twice today makes me feel beautiful.
the sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. i've never had it done so gently before. you have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them like sunlight on the wings of birds.
Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.
We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.
I'll think about things for thirty or forty years before I'll write it.
I'm in a constant process of thinking about things.
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?
For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren’t you at all.
Our names were made for us in another century.
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.