“She is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.”
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.'”