t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.
Charles BukowskiI could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.
Charles Bukowskiyoung or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.
Charles Bukowski