They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.
Charles BukowskiI have a face like a washrag. I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I can't stand hounds can't live without them. I hang my head against the white refrigerator and want to scream like the last weeping of life forever but I am bigger than the mountains.
Charles Bukowskiand our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter
Charles Bukowski