It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching. We had both been robbed.
Charles BukowskiWhen I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delight, and gamble.
Charles Bukowskishe was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty
Charles BukowskiWe are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
Charles Bukowski