"If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery—isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is."
Charles Bukowski.
Me encantaría tener una casa con estos muebles.
"Y todo ello, porque su excesiva sensibilidad y fragilidad emocional le obligó desde pequeño a subir la emoción a la cabeza: pensar le mitigaba el dolor de sentir. Sentir tal vez la ausencia paterna o materna, o su opuesto: la intromisión permanente en su esfera personal de un padre, o de una madre, absorbente y dominante. En muchos casos, quienes desarrollaron este carácter en la infancia tuvieron que crearse un mundo interno y aislarse, para protegerse de la falta de espacio físico y psíquico propio de una familia numerosa o invasiva."
