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It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.

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Charles Bukowski
Age: 73 †
Born: 1920
Born: August 16
Died: 1994
Died: March 9
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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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He asked, what makes a man a writer? well, I said, it's simple, it's either you get it down on paper or you jump off a bridge. writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers. are you desperate? I don't know.
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from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.
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We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
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Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that
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I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, crazy. But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.
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To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.
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there's no defense except all the errors made
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the way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths that run down from the top of the head and out of the heart
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I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead men without eyes, men without voices men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideas.
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Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.
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