I saw this quote a few years ago, and I come back to it often, on my most rancid days, and it calms me.
I'm not sure what that says about me, particularly in light of Bukowski's reportedly sordid life. However he lived, though, the man certainly could write.
Here's another gem:
On that note, I hope everyone is having a quiet, peaceful weekend. I sat on a neighbor's porch last night, with a bottle of Italian pinot grigio, and chatted with the neighbor ladies, which was a wonderful way to end the week.