there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone. sitting up in my bed the lights out, hearing the outside sounds, lifting my cheap bottle of wine, letting the warmth of the grape enter me as I heard the rats moving about the room, I preferred them to humans. being lost, being crazy maybe is not so bad if you can be that way undisturbed. New Orleans gave me that. nobody ever called my name.
Charles BukowskiI am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.
Charles BukowskiI give you soul. I give you wisdom and light and music and a bit of laughter. Also, I am the world's greatest horseplayer.
Charles Bukowski