A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIFind what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains.
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Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.
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Before my death I hope to obtain my life
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There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.
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Anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind of phantom – love – happiness.
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The less I needed, the better I felt.
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Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.
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Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.
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Some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.
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Without literature, life is hell.
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My beer drunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
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If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose.
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I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
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We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.
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The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.
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People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
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