the worst thing,"he told me,"is bitterness, people end up so... - Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
"the worst thing,"he told me,"is bitterness, people end up sobitter."
"the worst thing,"he told me,"is bitterness, people end up sobitter."
"having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor."
"having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor."
"the worst thing,"he told me,"is bitterness, people end up sobitter."
"sometimes when everything seems atits worstwhen all conspiresand gnawsand the hours, days, weeksyearsseem wasted – stretched there upon my bedin the darklooking upward at the ceilingi get what many will consider anobnoxious thought:it’s still nice to beBukowski."
"when we were kidslaying around the lawnon ourbellieswe often talkedabouthowwe'd like todieandwe allagreed on thesamething;we'd alllike to diefucking(althoughnone of ushaddone anyfucking)and nowthatwe are hardlykidsany longerwe think moreabouthownot todieandalthoughwe'rereadymost ofuswouldprefer todo italoneunder thesheetsnowthatmost ofushave fuckedour livesaway."