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what matters most is how well you walk through the fire
Charles Bukowski
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Charles Bukowski
Age: 73 †
Born: 1920
Born: August 16
Died: 1994
Died: March 9
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and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the clowns, the half-wits, the cheaters, the whores, the horseplayers, the bankrobbers, the poets ... are interesting?
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I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.
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and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive
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I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.
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He asked, What makes a man a writer? Well, I said, it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge.
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there must be a way. surely there must be a way that we have not yet thought of. who put this brain inside of me? it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say no.
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I hope that death contains less than this.
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I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories
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my mother, poor fish, wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a week, 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 the saddest smile I ever saw
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Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?
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I was only photographing in words the reality of it all.
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