There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out.

I feel strangely normal.

I used to lay drunk in alleys and I probably will again.Bukowski, who is he? I read about Bukowski and it doesn't seem like anything to do with me.

sometimes I hate you," she said.

The Difference Between Art and Life is that Art is More Bearable

Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is