So, thatโs what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. Thatโs what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.
Charles BukowskiWriting is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.
Charles BukowskiAnd if there is anybody out there who is crazy enough to want to become a writer, I'd say go ahead, spit in the eye of the sun, hit those keys, it's the best madness going, the centuries need help, the species cry for light and gamble and laughter. Give it to them. There are enough words for all of us.
Charles Bukowski