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  • #1
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is a loneliness in this world so great
    that you can see it in the slow movement of
    the hands of a clock.

    people so tired
    mutilated
    either by love or no love.

    people just are not good to each other
    one on one.

    the rich are not good to the rich
    the poor are not good to the poor.

    we are afraid.

    our educational system tells us
    that we can all be
    big-ass winners.

    it hasn't told us
    about the gutters
    or the suicides.

    or the terror of one person
    aching in one place
    alone

    untouched
    unspoken to

    watering a plant.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #4
    Charles Bukowski
    “The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #7
    Charles Bukowski
    “If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
    Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

  • #8
    Charles Bukowski
    “there are worse things
    than being alone
    but it often takes
    decades to realize this
    and most often when you do
    it's too late
    and there's nothing worse
    than too late”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #9
    Charles Bukowski
    “An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #10
    Charles Bukowski
    “There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
    but I'm too tough for him,
    I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #11
    Charles Bukowski
    “Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.”
    Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #13
    Charles Bukowski
    “And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #14
    Charles Bukowski
    “Human relationships were strange. I mean, you were with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stopped. Then there was a short period when you weren't with anybody, then another woman arrived, and you ate with her and fucked her, and it all seemed so normal, as if you had been waiting just for her and she had been waiting for you. I never felt right being alone; sometimes it felt good but it never felt right.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #15
    Mikhail Bulgakov
    “Just like a murderer jumps out of nowhere in an alley, love jumped out in front of us and struck us both at once”
    Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

  • #16
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #17
    Anaïs Nin
    “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
    Anais Nin

  • #18
    John Fowles
    “Once upon a time there was a young prince who believed in all things but three. He did not believe in princesses, he did not believe in islands, he did not believe in God. His father, the king, told him that such things did not exist. As there were no princesses or islands in his father's domains, and no sign of God, the young prince believed his father.

    But then, one day, the prince ran away from his palace. He came to the next land. There, to his astonishment, from every coast he saw islands, and on these islands, strange and troubling creatures whom he dared not name. As he was searching for a boat, a man in full evening dress approached him along the shore.

    Are those real islands?' asked the young prince.

    Of course they are real islands,' said the man in evening dress.

    And those strange and troubling creatures?'

    They are all genuine and authentic princesses.'

    Then God must exist!' cried the prince.

    I am God,' replied the man in full evening dress, with a bow.

    The young prince returned home as quickly as he could.

    So you are back,' said the father, the king.

    I have seen islands, I have seen princesses, I have seen God,' said the prince reproachfully.

    The king was unmoved.

    Neither real islands, nor real princesses, I have seen God,' said the prince reproachfully.

    The king was unmoved.

    Neither real islands, nor real princesses, nor a real God exist.'

    I saw them!'

    Tell me how God was dressed.'

    God was in full evening dress.'

    Were the sleeves of his coat rolled back?'

    The prince remembered that they had been. The king smiled.

    That is the uniform of a magician. You have been deceived.'

    At this, the prince returned to the next land, and went to the same shore, where once again he came upon the man in full evening dress.

    My father the king has told me who you are,' said the young prince indignantly. 'You deceived me last time, but not again. Now I know that those are not real islands and real princesses, because you are a magician.'

    The man on the shore smiled.

    It is you who are deceived, my boy. In your father's kingdom there are many islands and many princesses. But you are under your father's spell, so you cannot see them.'

    The prince pensively returned home. When he saw his father, he looked him in the eyes.

    Father, is it true that you are not a real king, but only a magician?'

    The king smiled, and rolled back his sleeves.

    Yes, my son, I am only a magician.'

    Then the man on the shore was God.'

    The man on the shore was another magician.'

    I must know the real truth, the truth beyond magic.'

    There is no truth beyond magic,' said the king.

    The prince was full of sadness.

    He said, 'I will kill myself.'

    The king by magic caused death to appear. Death stood in the door and beckoned to the prince. The prince shuddered. He remembered the beautiful but unreal islands and the unreal but beautiful princesses.

    Very well,' he said. 'I can bear it.'

    You see, my son,' said the king, 'you too now begin to be a magician.”
    John Fowles

  • #19
    W. Somerset Maugham
    “I had no illusions about you,' he said. 'I knew you were silly and frivolous and empty-headed. But I loved you. I knew that your aims and ideals were vulgar and commonplace. But I loved you. I knew that you were second-rate. But I loved you. It's comic when I think how hard I tried to be amused by the things that amused you and how anxious I was to hide from you that I wasn't ignorant and vulgar and scandal-mongering and stupid. I knew how frightened you were of intelligence and I did everything I could to make you think me as big a fool as the rest of the men you knew. I knew that you'd only married me for convenience. I loved you so much, I didn't care. Most people, as far as I can see, when they're in love with someone and the love isn't returned feel that they have a grievance. They grow angry and bitter. I wasn't like that. I never expected you to love me, I didn't see any reason that you should. I never thought myself very lovable. I was thankful to be allowed to love you and I was enraptured when now and then I thought you were pleased with me or when I noticed in your eyes a gleam of good-humored affection. I tried not to bore you with my love; I knew I couldn't afford to do that and I was always on the lookout for the first sign that you were impatient with my affection. What most husbands expect as a right I was prepared to receive as a favor.”
    W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil

  • #20
    W. Somerset Maugham
    “Some of us look for the Way in opium and some in God, some of us in whiskey and some in love. It is all the same Way and it leads nowhither.”
    W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil

  • #21
    “It is a feature of human nature to give what we most wish to receive.”
    Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

  • #22
    Sarah Pinborough
    “Sometimes,' Beauty said softly, sipping from her silver goblet, 'everyone needs to let the beast inside them out for a while'. She laughed, a sound like a waterfall meeting the sea and more glitter escaped from her fingertips. 'I like to see it. We all have our dark lusts. We should enjoy them.”
    Sarah Pinborough, Beauty

  • #23
    Deepak Chopra
    “If you obsess over whether you are making the right decision, you are basically assuming that the universe will reward you for one thing and punish you for another.

    The universe has no fixed agenda. Once you make any decision, it works around that decision. There is no right or wrong, only a series of possibilities that shift with each thought, feeling, and action that you experience.

    If this sounds too mystical, refer again to the body. Every significant vital sign- body temperature, heart rate, oxygen consumption, hormone level, brain activity, and so on- alters the moment you decide to do anything… decisions are signals telling your body, mind, and environment to move in a certain direction.”
    Deepak Chopra, The Book of Secrets: Unlocking the Hidden Dimensions of Your Life

  • #24
    Deepak Chopra
    “On some dimension or other, every event in life can be causing only one of two things: either it is good for you, or it is bringing up what you need to look at in order to create good for you.

    Evolution is win-win…life is self-correcting.”
    Deepak Chopra, The Book of Secrets: Unlocking the Hidden Dimensions of Your Life

  • #25
    Deepak Chopra
    “Never forget that you are not in the world; the world is in you. When anything happens to you, take the experience inward. Creation is set up to bring you constant hints and clues about your role as co-creator. Your soul is metabolizing experience as surely as your body is metabolizing food”
    Deepak Chopra, The Book of Secrets: Unlocking the Hidden Dimensions of Your Life

  • #26
    If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor
    “If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #27
    “10 Steps to Becoming a Better Writer

    Write.
    Write more.
    Write even more.
    Write even more than that.
    Write when you don’t want to.
    Write when you do.
    Write when you have something to say.
    Write when you don’t.
    Write every day.
    Keep writing.”
    Brian Clark

  • #28
    Terry Pratchett
    “The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.”
    Terry Pratchett

  • #29
    Octavia E. Butler
    “You don't start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it's good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it.
    That's why I say one of the most valuable traits is persistence.”
    Octavia E. Butler

  • #30
    Erin Bow
    “No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can't put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.”
    Erin Bow



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