Charles Bukowski

It wasn__ my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

you've got to know when to let a woman go if you want to keep her,and if you don't want to keep her you let her go anyhow so it's always a process of letting go, one way or the other.

Isolation is a gift. Everything else is just a test of your endurance. You will be alone with the Gods. Your nights will flame with fire.

DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG

sleeping in the rain helps me forget things like I am going todie and you are going to die and the cats are going to diebut it's still good to stretch out and know you have arms andfeet and a head, hands, all the parts, even eyes to closeoncemore, it really helps to know these things, to know youradvantagesand your limitations, but why do the cats have to die, Ithink that theworld should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, justcats andrain, rain and cats, very nice, goodnight.

I felt like a still live fish on ice in a butcher__ counter on Friday morning.- On Cats

The cat is the beutiful devil. And here we can use the word, even without the __._- from a Dec. 21 1960, a letter to Sheri Martinelli"On Cats

The factories, the jails, the drunken days and nights, the hospitals have weakened and shaken me like a mouse in the mouth of a hip-cat: life.- from an Aug. 1965 letter to Jim Roman "On Cats

Having a bunch of cats around is good. If you're feeling bad, just look at the cats, you'll feel better, because they know that everything is, just as it is.

I am sad for the dead and I am sad for the livingbut not for my 5 cats

Cats tell me without effort all that there is to know.

for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our differencesunder one lawdegrades each self.

and beware those whoonly takeinstructions from theirGodfor they havefailed completely to live their ownlives.

there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid one are full of confidence".

now look, she said, stretched out on the bed, I don__ want anything personal, let__ just do it, I don__ want to get involved, got it? she kicked off her high-heeled shoes_ sure, he said, standing there, let__ just pretend that we__e already done it, there__ nothing less involved than that, is there? what the hell do you mean? she asked. I mean, he said, I__ rather drink anyhow. and he poured himself one. it was a lousy night in Vegas and he walked to the window and looked out at the dumb lights. you a fag? she asked, you a god damned fag? no, he said. you don__ have to get shitty,...

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

Life's as kind as you let it be.