Four from Bukowski.
Four good ones from Bukowski:
“my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.”
“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside–remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”
“what matters most is how well you walk through the fire”
“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.”
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you.”
