Find what you Love. . .

Sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth.

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.

You either get it down on paper or you jump off a bridge.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

- Charles Bukowski