I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like the way they walked or looked or talked, but I didn't like my mother or father either. I still had the feeling of being surrounded by white empty space. There was always a slight nausea in my stomach.
Charles BukowskiI have one problem, I donโt hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.
Charles BukowskiSome people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.
Charles Bukowski