Trout Fishing in America Quotes

“I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream.
I'm not, she said.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“The bookstore was a parking lot for used graveyards. Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars. Most of the books were out of print, and no one wanted to read them any more and the people who had read the books had died or forgotten about them, but through the organic process of music the books had become virgins again.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“I thought about it for awhile, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn't ruin my birthday by secretly thinking about it too hard”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“USED TROUT STREAM FOR SALE.
MUST BE SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“The girl was very pretty and her body was like a clear mountain river of skin and muscle flowing over rocks of bone and hidden nerves.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“You're not fooling anyone by taking your clothes off when you go to bed.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“No Trespassing. 4/17 of a Haiku.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“After he graduated from college, he went to Paris and became an Existentialist. He had a photograph taken of Existentialism and himself sitting at a sidewalk cafe. Pard was wearing a beard and he looked as if he had a huge soul, with barely enough room in his body to contain it.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“We were all silent except for blink, blink, blink, blink, blink.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“I always wanted to write a book that ended with the word Mayonnaise.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“Truth is stranger than fishin”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“Now it was close to sunset and the earth was beginning to cool off in the manner of eternity and office girls were returning like penguins from Montgomery Street.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“The old drunk told me about trout fishing. When he could talk, he had a way of describing trout as if they were a precious and intelligent metal.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“Don’t worry about him, the girl said. He’s rich. He has 3,859 Rolls Royces.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“The sun was like a huge fifty-cent piece that someone had poured kerosene on and then had lit with a match and said, "Here, hold this while I go get a newspaper," and put the coin in my hand, but never came back.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“It only made sense that drinking intelligent blood would make intelligent fleas.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“He looked ninety years old for thirty years and then he got the notion that he would die, and did so.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“One spring afternoon as a child in the strange town of Portland, I walked down to a different street corner, and saw a row of old houses, huddled together like seals on a rock.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“to remove a book from the period of its birth is like lifting a stone from a stream and watching it lose its luster in the palm of your hand.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing and swirled out like a falling star, and I saw a dead fish come forward and float into my sperm, bending it in the middle.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“A little ways up from the shack was an outhouse with its door flung violently open. The inside of the outhouse was exposed like a human face and the outhouse seemed to say, "The old guy who built me crapped in here 9,745 times and he's dead now and I don't want anyone else to touch me. He was a good guy. He built me with loving care. Leave me alone. I'm a monument now to a good ass gone under. There's no mystery here. That's why the door's open. If you have to crap, go in the bushes like the deer."
"Fuck you," I said to the outhouse. "All I want is a ride down the river.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“The man who owned the bookstore was, of course, a Jew, a retired merchant seamen who had been torpedoed in the north Atlantic and floated there day after day until death did not want him. He had a young wife, a heart attack, a Volkswagen, and a home. He learned about life at 16, first from Dostoyevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon. Excuse me, I said, I thought you were trout stream. I’m not, she said.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“What we eat is funny and what we drink is even more hilarious: turkeys, Gallo port, hot dogs, watermelons, Popeyes, salmon croquettes, frappes, Christian Brothers port, orange rye bread, canteloupes, Popeyes, salads, cheese--booze, grub and Popeyes.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“His eyes were like the shoelaces of a harpsichord.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“You had to be a plumber to fish that creek.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America