I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.
Charles BukowskiThe streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.
Charles BukowskiWhat a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
Charles Bukowskiand when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself. we ask for no mercy or no miracles; we are strong enough to live and to die and to kill flies, attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack, live on luck and skill, get alone, get alone often, and if you can't sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep; and ask for no mercy no miracles; and don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.
Charles Bukowski