Henry Charles Bukowskiwas an American poet, novelist, and short story writer... (wikipedia)
The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.
Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.
The masses are always wrong...Wisdom is doing everything the crowd does not do. All you do is reverse the totality of their learning and you have the heaven they're looking for.
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.
There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick the whole bloated sensation of ART out on its whore-ass.
That is what friendship means. Sharing the prejudice of experience.