Wouldn’t it be nice to be famous and write stuff like this …

… and people would say, “Far out, Man!” or, “Man, he really knows his (stuff),” or, “What in the wide, wide world of sports is he talking about?”

From Richard Brautigan:

“I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word 'mayonnaise.”

“She was never going to go out with another writer: no matter how charming, sensitive, inventive or fun they could be. They weren't worth it in the long run. They were emotionally too expensive and the upkeep was complicated. They were like having a vacuum cleaner around the house that broke all the time and only Einstein could fix it. She wanted her next lover to be a broom.” – Sombrero Fallout

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

Brautigan’s body was found in his home in Bolinas, Calif., on Oct. 25, 1984, about five weeks after his brain took possession of a .44-Magnum slug. Neighbors told police they had heard a loud noise while watching an NFL game.

(Like the hippies he did not like, Brautigan faded into insignificance.)