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often it is the onlythingbetween you drink,no woman's love,no wealthcanmatch it. nothing can saveyouexceptwriting. it keeps the hordes fromclosing in. it blasts thedarkness. writing is theultimatepsychiatrist, the kindliestgod of all thegods. writing knows noquit. and writinglaughsat itself,at pain. it is the lastexpectation,the lastexplanation. that'swhat itis. from blank gun silencer - 1991
Charles Bukowski
Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German-American poet, novelist, and short story writ
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