Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.
Charles BukowskiIโve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I canโt quite make out what it is. It takes time.
Charles Bukowskithere's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?
Charles Bukowski