I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.
Charles BukowskiYou know the typical crowd, Wow, itโs Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there? Well, yeah. Because thereโs nothing out there. Itโs stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. Iโve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. Thatโs all. Sorry for all the millions, but Iโve never been lonely. I like myself. Iโm the best form of entertainment I have.
Charles BukowskiUnless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.
Charles Bukowski