Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.
Charles Bukowskimy greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.
Charles BukowskiThe hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.
Charles BukowskiSometimes a man doesnโt know what to do about things and sometimes itโs best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.
Charles Bukowskibeware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world
Charles Bukowski