My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.
Charles BukowskiThey laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.
Charles Bukowski