Tropic of Cancer

Henry Miller:
Could you loan me five francs to take a taxi to St. Lazare? Now, you know Mona. If I'm not there to meet the boat train, she's liable to turn right around and go back.

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Henry Miller:
This, then, this is not a movie. This is a libel, slander, defamation of character, a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of art, a kick in the pants to God, man, destiny, time, love, beauty, what you will. I'm going to sing for you. A little off-key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak. I will dance over your dirty corpse.

Henry Miller:
The whale's penis is two meters long, and actually contains bone!

Henry Miller:
I want to chew on her clitoris and spit out francs.