People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.
Charles BukowskiI never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.
Charles Bukowskiin 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 Bukowski