""I can no more understand the totality of God than the pancake I made for breakfast understands the complexity of me""
— Donald Miller

""If you feel far from God, guess who moved?""
— Robin Jones Gunn (Surprise Endings)

"Did you read the part that says, 'Your hair is like a flock of goats'? How romantic is that? Or that other line, 'Your neck is like the tower of David.' Oh, now, that sounds real attractive! If some guy tried those lines on me, I'm sure I'd fall instantly in love with him."
— Robin Jones Gunn (As You Wish)

"Christy: "My grandma made this. I've had it since elementary school."
Todd: "I never knew that."
Christy: "I never knew you left your towel on the floor."
Todd: "Uh-oh. Is this one of those issues they talked about in our premarital counseling? Should I hang up towels so you feel more loved?""
— Robin Jones Gunn (I Promise)

"I think it's possible to realize you love someone as deeply as you know how to love and not end up spending the rest of your life with him. "
— Robin Jones Gunn- As You Wish

"Do you think it's possible to finally decide that you really, truly love someone but not end up marrying him? "
— Robin Jones Gunn- As You Wish

""The noir hero is a knight in blood caked armor. He's dirty and he does his best to deny the fact that he's a hero the whole time.” "
— Frank Miller

"Conditioned to ecstasy, the poet is like a gorgeous unknown bird mired in the ashes of thought. If he succeeds in freeing himself, it is to make a sacrificial flight to the sun. His dreams of a regenerate world are but the reverberations of his own fevered pulse beats. He imagines the world will follow him, but in the blue he finds himself alone. Alone but surrounded by his creations; sustained, therefore, to meet the supreme sacrifice. The impossible has been achieved; the duologue of author with Author is consummated. And now forever through the ages the song expands, warming all hearts, penetrating all minds. At the periphery the world is dying away; at the center it glows like a live coal. In the great solar heart of the universe the golden birds are gathered in unison. There it is forever dawn, forever peace, harmony and communion. Man does not look to the sun in vain; he demands light and warmth not for the corpse which he will one day discard but for his inner being. His greatest desire is to burn with ecstasy, to commerge his little flame with the central fire of the universe. If he accords the angels wings so that they may come to him with messages of peace, harmony and radiance from worlds beyond, it is only to nourish his own dreams of flight, to sustain his own belief that he will one day reach beyond himself, and on wings of gold. One creation matches another; in essence they are all alike. The brotherhood of man consists not in thinking alike, nor in acting alike, but in aspiring to praise creation. The song of creation springs from the ruins of earthly endeavor. The outer man dies away in order to reveal the golden bird which is winging its way toward divinity."
— Henry Miller (The Time of the Assassins: a Study of Rimbaud)

"Fred: "Is that brick wall your boyfriend?"
Doug: "Only in my dreams."
Fred: "Oh, you too? I'm Fred."
Dough: "Doug. I should mention, in all fairness though that Christy's boyfriend is my best friend. He's the brick wall you should be worried about.""
— Robin Jones Gunn (A Time to Cherish)

"Aquellos dos hablaban de especie de jerga matemática superior. Nunca entraba en ella nada de carne y hueso: era extraña, fantasmal, espantosamente abstracta. "
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"..., que sólo quienes, como él, son sensibles a la alquimia del sonido y los sentidos, son capaces de transformar la realidad negativa de la vida en las formas substanciales y significativas del arte. Sólo quienes pueden admitir la luz en sus entrañas pueden expresar lo que hay en el corazón."
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"Mientras falte esa chispa de pasión, la actuación carecerá de significado humano."
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"Por una razón u otra, el hombre busca el milagro y para lograrlo es capaz de abrirse paso entre la sangre"
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"Nada podrá contrarrestar ese virus que está envenenando el mundo entero. América es la encarnación de la fatalidad. Va a arrastrar al mundo entero hasta el abismo sin fondo."
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"El arte consiste en llegar hasta la últimas consecuencias. Si comienzas con tambores, tienes que acabar con dinamita o TNT."
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"<La vida>, dijo Emerson, <consiste en lo que uno piensa todo el día>. Si es así, mi vida, no es más que un gran intestino. No sólo pienso en la comida todo el día, sino que, además, sueño con ella por la noche. "
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"Debería ser rico para tener una secretaria a la que dictar, mientras camino, porque las mejores ideas se me ocurren siempre cuando estoy lejos de la máquina."
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"La ciudad retoña como un enorme organismo todo él enfermo y las avenidas hermosas son algo menos repulsivas sólo porque les han drenado el pus."
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"Dormir se puede casi en cualquier parte, pero hay que tener un sitio para trabajar. Hasta una novela mala requiere una silla para sentarse y un poquito de intimidad. "
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"Os veo sentados ahí juntos, y sé que os separa un abismo. Vuestra cercanía es la de los planetas. Yo soy el vacío entre vosotros. Si me retiro, no tendréis vacío en que flotar. "
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"Las personas son como los piojos: se te meten bajo la piel y se entierran en ella."
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"Recuerdo muy bien cómo disfrutaba con mi sufrimiento. Era como llevarse un cachorro a la cama. De vez en cuando te arañaba... y entonces sentías auténtico espanto. Por lo general, no sentías miedo: siempre podías soltarlo o cortarle la cabeza."
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"Esto no es un libro. Es un libelo, una calumnia, una difamación. No es un libro, en el sentido ordinario de la palabra. No, es un insulto prolongado, un escupitajo a la cara del arte, una patada en el culo a Dios, al hombre, al destino, al tiempo, al amor, a la belleza... a lo que os parezca."
— Henry Miller (Trópico de Cáncer)

"If you're great, you can stay that way and people will believe in you, swear by you, turn the world upside down for you. But, if you're only partly great, or just a nobody, then what happens to you is lost. (Read by Henry Miller)"
— Henry Miller

"One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things."
— Henry Miller