The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.
Charles Bukowskithat your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)
Charles BukowskiI went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.
Charles Bukowskiyou've got to burn straight up and down and then maybe sidewise for a while and have your guts scrambled by a bully and the demonic ladies, you've got to run along the edge of madness teetering, you've got to starve like a winter alleycat, you've go to live with the imbecility of at least a dozen cities, then maybe maybe maybe you might know where you are for a tiny blinking moment.
Charles Bukowski