she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty
Charles BukowskiIt was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.
Charles BukowskiI remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
Charles Bukowskimorning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.
Charles Bukowski