"Man builds on the ruins of his former selves. When we are reduced to nothingness, we come alive again. To season one’s destiny with the dust of one’s folly, that is the trick.”
~ Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymous Bosch
This book was the best birthday present!
Each sentence is like it's own book - Miller's paragraphs are their own worlds.
No other writer, except Bukowski, seems as alive to me on the page, as if you are right there with them.
Just finished it today and ready to start it over. Thank you, again, Henry Miller.