"My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.For..."
- Charles Bukowski
"Find what you love and let it kill you."
"I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of."
"Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world..."
"some moments are nice, some arenicer, some are even worthwritingabout."
"I drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping,ashamed of my sentimentality andpossible love."
"She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire."
"I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose thei..."
"my mother, poor fish,wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times aweek, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!why don't you ever smile?"and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was thesadde..."
"and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself. we ask for no mercy or no miracles; we are strong enough to live an..."