nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.
Charles BukowskiWriting is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.
Charles BukowskiDaddy,' 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 Bukowski