there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.
Charles BukowskiWe waste days like mad blackbirds and pray for alcoholic nightsour silk-sick human smiles wrap around us like somebody else's confetti
Charles BukowskiI like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.
Charles Bukowski