"She was plump, with dyed red hair and a face so caked with cosmetics that the floor of the Amazon jungle probably saw more natural light."
- John Connolly, Every Dead Thing (via quoted-books)
"He asked, “What makes a man a writer?” “Well,” I said, “it’s simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge."
- Charles Bukowki (via youvegotthewrongidea)
"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
- Charles Bukowski  (via blackistheonlycolor)
"I considered suicide, but I felt a strange fondness for my body, my life. Scarred as they were, they were mine."
- Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via fakinq-glory)