young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.
Charles BukowskiTrouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.
Charles BukowskiI had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.
Charles BukowskiI took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.
Charles BukowskiBut then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the most unforgivable lie of them all, because that was telling him to go on, to continue which was the worst way for a man without real talent to waste his life, finally. But many people did just that, friends and relatives mostly.
Charles Bukowski