When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. you’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.
Charles Bukowskit was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.
Charles Bukowskiyour letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.
Charles Bukowski