“I've earned $47 in 20 years of writing and I think that $2 a year (omitting stamps, paper, envelopes, ribbons, divorces, and a typewriter) entitles one to the special privacy of a special insanity and if I need hold hands with paper gods to promote a little scurvy rhyme, I'll take the encyst and paradise of rejection.”
More from Charles Bukowski
“I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons but there…”
“It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.”
“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”
“'Have you ever been in love?' 'Love is for real people.'”