There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.
Charles Bukowskialone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and them men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills.
Charles BukowskiYou know the typical crowd, Wow, itโs Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there? Well, yeah. Because thereโs nothing out there. Itโs stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. Iโve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. Thatโs all. Sorry for all the millions, but Iโve never been lonely. I like myself. Iโm the best form of entertainment I have.
Charles Bukowski