I drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping,ashamed... - Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

"in this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck"

"the writing of somemenis like a vast bridgethat carries youoverthe many thingsthat claw and tear.The Wine of Forever"

"if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready."

"I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of."