morning 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 BukowskiI could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.
Charles BukowskiArt is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.
Charles Bukowskiif you get married they think you're finished and if you are without a woman they think you're incomplete.
Charles BukowskiA yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.
Charles Bukowski