I feat on solitude, I will never miss the crowd.

— Charles Bukowski

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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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You get so alone at times that it just makes sense.

— Charles Bukowski

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Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow.

— Charles Bukowski

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