I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, where on my knees I prayed for LIGHT, I prayed for l*i*g*h*t, and praying crawled like a blind slug into the web where threads of wind stuck against my mind and I died of pity for Man, for myself, on a cross without nails, watching in fear as the pig belches in his sty, farts, blinks and eats.
Charles BukowskiIf I'm an ass, I should say so. If I don't, somebody else will. If I say it first, that disarms them.
Charles BukowskiIt was better for me when I could imagine greatness in others, even if it wasn't always there.
Charles Bukowski