That's how it is with books, isn't it: They're not in a hurry. They'll wait for you till you're ready. People empty me. I have to go away to refill.
Charles BukowskiI can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.
Charles Bukowskithere 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 Bukowski