I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.
Charles BukowskiThose who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that
Charles BukowskiI went over to see Marina two or three or four times a week. I knew as long as I could see the girl I would be all rightโฆ. Soon after, I got a letter from Fay. She and the child were living in a hippie commune in New Mexico. It was a nice place, she said. Marina would be able to breathe there. She enclosed a little drawing the girl had made for me.
Charles Bukowski