Look, let me put it this way: with me, youโre number one and there isnโt even a number two.
Charles BukowskiAs a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.
Charles BukowskiYes?โ he asked, looking at me over the sheet. โIโm a writer temporarily down on my inspirations.โ โOh, a writer, eh?โ โYes.โ โAre you sure?โ โNo, Iโm not.โ โWhat do you write?โ โShort stories mostly. And Iโm halfway through a novel.โ โA novel, eh?โ โYes.โ โWhatโs the name of it?โ โโThe Leaky Faucet of My Doom.โโ โOh, I like that. Whatโs it about?โ โEverything.โ โEverything? You mean, for instance, itโs about cancer?โ โYes.โ โHow about my wife?โ โSheโs in there too.
Charles Bukowski