Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.
Charles Bukowskibeware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average
Charles BukowskiIt was better for me when I could imagine greatness in others, even if it wasn't always there.
Charles Bukowski