I 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 BukowskiIf something burns your soul with purpose and desire, itโs your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.
Charles Bukowskiyou are on the freeway threading through traffic now, moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful and so disappointing because we are all so alike and so different.
Charles BukowskiThat moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my mind - there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. I pass the hotel at 8 and at 5; there are cats in the alleys and bottles and bums, and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.
Charles Bukowski