“there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
a space
and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest
times
we will know it...
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and wait
in that
space.”
“you know the old saying: it’s all a
matter of
taste
and
either they’re right and I’m wrong or
I’m right and they’re all
wrong
or maybe it’s some place in between.”
“sometimes when everything seems at
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and the hours, days, weeks
years
seem wasted-
stretched there upon my bed
in the dark
looking upward at the ceiling
I get what many will consider an
obnoxious thought:
it’s still nice to be
Bukowski.”
“naturally, we are all caught in
downmoods, it’s a matter of
chemical imbalance
and an existence
which, at times,
seems to forbid
any real chance at
happiness.”
“we have
more than ever
the selfish wants of power
the disregard for the
weak
the old
the impoverished
the helpless.
we are replacing want with
war
salvation with
slavery.”
“I have just listened to this
symphony which Mozart dashed off
in one day
and it had enough wild and crazy
joy to last
forever,
whatever forever
is
Mozart came as close as possible to
that.”