the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever
Charles Bukowskiterror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind
Charles BukowskiWe do not abandon ship. I say, as corny as it may sound, through the strength and spirit and fire and dare and gamble of a few men in a few ways we can save the carcass of humanity from drowning. No light goes out until it goes out. Let's fight as men, not rats. Period. No further addition.
Charles Bukowski