Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.
Charles BukowskiItโs not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. thereโs no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.
Charles Bukowskilife itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -
Charles Bukowskinobody can save you but yourself and youโre worth saving. itโs a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.
Charles Bukowski