“Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.” - Charles Bukowski

“The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me. I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.” - Charles Bukowski

“But starvation, unfortunately, didn’t improve art. It only hindered it. A man’s soul was rooted in his stomach. A man could write much better after eating a porterhouse steak and drinking a pint of whiskey than he could ever write after eating a nickel candy bar. The myt...

“I had thought that machines had put tomato pickers out of work. Yet, there it was. Humans apparently were less expensive than machines. And machines broke down.” - Charles Bukowski