I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and... - Charles Bukowski

"Find what you love and let it kill you."

"and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical senseand are not easy to fool with laughter"

"We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing."

"take a writer away from his typewriterand all you have leftisthe sicknesswhich started himtypingin thebeginning"

"Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone."