terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind
Charles BukowskiI take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.
Charles BukowskiEarly evening traffic was beginning to clog the avenue with cars. The sun slanted down behind him. Harry glanced at the drivers of the cars. They seemed unhappy. The world was unhappy. People were in the dark. People were terrified and disappointed. People were caught in traps. People were defensive and frantic. They felt as if their lives were being wasted. And they were right.
Charles Bukowski