Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.
Charles BukowskiWhen a writer is swayed with his fame and his fortune, you can float him down the river with the turds.
Charles Bukowski