your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.
Charles BukowskiNot everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.
Charles Bukowski