The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.
Charles BukowskiOh, I donโt mean youโre handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - theyโre beautiful. Theyโre wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.
Charles BukowskiI didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like the way they walked or looked or talked, but I didn't like my mother or father either. I still had the feeling of being surrounded by white empty space. There was always a slight nausea in my stomach.
Charles Bukowski