Henry is another of my favourite writers. He broke with tradition and started writing in that freewheeling style that gave rise to the Beat Movement and Kerouac. His semi-autobiographical books were full of life, sex, social observation, metaphysics, characters and bohemian lifestyle. He was an innovator and someone who wanted to mop up experience and wring every last drop out of it.
One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.
One can choose to live a mundane life or start looking at things more deeply, throw away convention and really live.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
Each moment is a precious jewel to be cherished but also experienced. Each opportunity only comes around once.
The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
Everything is awesome.
Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.
You can’t beat opening your eyes to this wondrous universe!
The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
Too true. A lot more love!!
I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.
Life is about living, not owning!
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without the benefit of experience.
Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.
I live in it!
Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.
If he existed!
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
Quantum physics rules!! All is illusion!! Maya!! Maya!!