The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid one are full of confidence".
The ass is the face of the soul of sex.
Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that's all there is to it.
I beg to differ on Charles Bukowski, who says nothing can save you, except writing. Sometimes, absolutely nothing will save you, not the nights you end up wasting waiting for something grand to happen...
If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.
all people start tocome apart finallyand there it is:just empty ashtrays in a roomor wisps of hair on a combin the dissolving moonlight.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails.
Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?
during my worst timeson the park benchesin the jailsor living withwhoresI always had this certaincontentment-I wouldn't call ithappiness-it was more of an innerbalancethat settled forwhatever was occu...