When a writer is swayed with his fame and his fortune, you can float him down the river with the turds.
Charles BukowskiI don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?
Charles BukowskiI just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I donโt want to hear about your troubles.
Charles BukowskiI went over to see Marina two or three or four times a week. I knew as long as I could see the girl I would be all rightโฆ. Soon after, I got a letter from Fay. She and the child were living in a hippie commune in New Mexico. It was a nice place, she said. Marina would be able to breathe there. She enclosed a little drawing the girl had made for me.
Charles Bukowski