the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on
Charles BukowskiThe centuries are sprinkled with rare magic with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us
Charles BukowskiI like women who havenโt lived with too many men. I donโt expect virginity but I simply prefer women who havenโt been rubbed raw by experience. There is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk in their eyes in their laughter and in their gentle hearts. Women who have had too many men seem to choose the next one out of revenge rather than with feeling. When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one canโt insist on love or demand affection. Youโre finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.
Charles BukowskiA love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
Charles Bukowski