Charles BukowskiAmerican author |
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can`t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows.
There is always one woman
to save you from another
and as that woman saves you
she makes ready to
destroy.
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.
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I`m not going to make it, but you laugh inside - remembering all the times you`ve felt that way.
You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.
There`s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I`m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I`m not going to let anybody see you.
That`s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.