and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter
Charles BukowskiLook, let me put it this way: with me, youโre number one and there isnโt even a number two.
Charles Bukowskiyou are on the freeway threading through traffic now, moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful and so disappointing because we are all so alike and so different.
Charles Bukowski