Kenneth Patchen Short Quotes

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Oh lonesome's a bad place To get crowded into.

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Do I not deal with angels
When her lips I touch.

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Great mother of big apples it is a pretty
World!

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I don't know how the rest of you feel,
But I feel drunk all the time.

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You, the woman; I, the man; this, the world:
And each is the work of all.

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Dogs with broken legs are shot; men with broken souls write through the night.

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I am the magical mouse I don't eat cheese I eat sunsets And the tops of trees.

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Destiny is the music of the improbable. Were it otherwise, almost anyone could exist.

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In literature as in life, to conform to anything is to knuckle under to your inferiors.

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God must have loved the People in Power, for he made them so very like their own image of him.

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I take the word Europe
Or the word death
And tear them into tiny pieces;
I scatter them at your feet.

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Let us have madness openly, O men Of my generation. Let us follow The footsteps of this slaughtered age.

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The animal I wanted
Couldn't get into the world...
I can hear it crying
When I sit like this away from life.

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Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowers
My hands are crooked where they spilled over your dear
curving

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As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
on floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood
lies

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I'd like to die like this...
with the dark fingers of the water
closing and unclosing over these sleepy lights
and a sad bell somewhere murmuring good night.

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Literature is what you write when you think you should be saying something. Writing begins when you'd rather be doing anything else: and you've just done it.

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Everyman is me. I am his brother. No man is my enemy. I am Everyman and he is in and of me. This is my faith, my strength, my deepest hope, and my only belief.

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Have you wondered why all the windows in heaven were
broken?
Have you seen the homeless in the grave of God's
hand?
Do you want to acquaint the larks with the fatuous
music of war?

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