there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day
Charles Bukowskibut as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.
Charles Bukowskiyour letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.
Charles Bukowski