in the cupboard sits my bottle like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot at a symphony, sunlight and maddened birds are everywhere, the phone rings gamboling its sound against the odds of the crooked sea; I drink deeply and evenly now, I drink to paradise and death and the lie of love.
Charles BukowskiThere is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on.
Charles BukowskiI am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight
Charles Bukowski