14.09.2023
The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.
— Charles Bukowski
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Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.
— Charles Bukowski
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A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
— Charles Bukowski
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