Quotes from Charles Bukowski, Pulp

Life wore a man out, wore a man thin.Tomorrow would be a better day.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work

I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?

It wasn't my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

There is always somebody about to ruin your day, if not your life.