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...
Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that's all there is to it.
The ass is the face of the soul of sex.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
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.
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails.
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...
Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?
If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling i...
The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid one are full of confidence".