I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and... - Charles Bukowski
"I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready."
"I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready."
"It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well."
"Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone."
"take a writer away from his typewriterand all you have leftisthe sicknesswhich started himtypingin thebeginning"
"The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence."
"An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way."