Ash

“this then
will be my destiny:
scrabbling for pennies in dark tiny halls
reading poems I have long since become tired
of. and I used to think
that men who drove buses
or cleaned out latrines
or murdered men in alleys were
fools.”
― Charles Bukowski, Essential Bukowski: Poetry: A Definitive Anthology of Raw and Profound American Poetry

“I am the old house With the noxious smell and the sorrow before morning, In which all past is present, all degradation Is unredeemable.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Family Reunion

“He had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise”
― Isabel Allende

“All that I could hope to make you understand Is only events: not what has happened. And people to whom nothing has ever happened Cannot understand the unimportance of events.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Family Reunion