Daddy,' my mother asked, 'arenโt we going to run out of gas?' No thereโs plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' Iโm going to get some god-damed oranges!
Charles BukowskiThe Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.
Charles BukowskiI have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with shiny shoes.
Charles Bukowski