Quote by: Richard Brautigan

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.


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Author Bio


  • NameRichard Brautigan
  • DescriptionAmerican novelist, poet, and short story writer
  • AliasesRichard Gary Brautigan
  • BornJanuary 30, 1935
  • DiedSeptember 14, 1984
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Poet; Novelist
  • WorksTrout Fishing In America; In Watermelon Sugar; Willard And His Bowling Trophies: A Perverse Mystery; The Tokyo-Montana Express