You have to die a few times before you can reallylive. - Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

"great writers are indecent peoplethey live unfairlysaving the best part for paper.good human beings save the worldso that bastards like me can keep creating art,become immortal.if you read this after I am deadit means I made it."

"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."