Charles Bukowski: Cytaty po angielsku (strona 23)

“I found the best thing
I could do
was just to type away
at my own work
and let the dying
die
as they always have.”

“agony sometimes changes
form
but
it never ceases for
anybody.”

“Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.”

“Ya got cigarettes?” she asks. “Yes,” I say,
“I got cigarettes.” “Matches?” she asks.
“Enough to burn Rome.” “Whiskey?”
“Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River
of pain.” “You drunk?” “Not yet.”

“There will always be something to ruin our lives. It all depends on what or which finds us first. You’re always ripe and ready to be taken.”

“I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.”

“That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying.”

“Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.”

“where some god pissed a rain of
reason to make things grow
only to die”

“peace of mind and heart
arrives
when we accept what is:
having been
born into this
strange life
we must accept
the wasted gamble of our
days
and take some satisfaction in
the pleasure of
leaving it all
behind.”

“Love is not a candle burning down. Life is. And love and life are not the same or else Love, having choice, nobody would ever die.”

“If you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.”

“Genius could be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way, or even to say a simple thing in a simpler way.”

“the courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.”

“how can you be true and
kind at the same
time?

how?”

“I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?”

“it's good to have things done with
when they don't work
it's also good not to hate
or even forget
the person you've failed with.”

“They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.”

“I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.”