Heather Chandler

“Chopin’s bones are dead and they are shooting from the housetops and I sit in a dirty noisy kitchen in hell writing to Henry Miller.”
― Charles Bukowski, On Writing

“Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women

“There is no other way, and there never was.”
― Charles Bukowski, On Writing

“There is nothing more magic and beautiful than lines forming across paper. It's all there is. It's all there ever was.”
― Charles Bukowski, On Writing