As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.
Charles BukowskiHuman relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops.
Charles BukowskiI will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.
Charles Bukowski