There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.
Charles BukowskiIt’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.
Charles BukowskiI got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.
Charles BukowskiI don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?
Charles Bukowski