What matters

To do a dull thing

How can you say you love one person

“How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter.” Charles Bukowski

My heart

“My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.”  Charles Bukowski

There are no actual pages

 “There are no actual pages I can turn in this place. Just a series of clicks until it gets me where I need to go. Until it lets me say what I need to say. I turn my palms up, carrying nothing. My fingers take turns tapping letter after letter after letter, saying everything.” Richard Brautigan, from  Drives On Deep Into Egypt.

I carry death in my left pocket

 “I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: ‘Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I’ll be ready.’” Charles Bukowski

Nobody owns life,

“Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death   William S. Burroughs