“sifting through the madness for The Word, the line, the way,
hoping for a check from somewhere,
dreaming of a letter from a great editor,
'Chinaski, you don't know how long we've been waiting for you!'
no chance at all.”
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.'”