..few writers like other writers' works. The only time they like them is when they are dead or if they have been for a long time. Writers only like to sniff their own turds. I am one of those. I don't even like to talk to writers, look at them or worse, listen to them. And the worst is to drink with them, they slobber all over themselves, really look piteous, look like they are searching for the wing of the mother. I'd rather think about death than about other writers. Far more pleasant.
Charles Bukowski...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.
Charles BukowskiEach person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.
Charles Bukowski