portions from a wine stained notebook

death, at last, is a bore — no more than pulling a shade. we do not die all at once, generally, but piece by piece, little by little. the young die hardest and live hardest and understand nothing. but they are the most generous and the truest and better fit to lead than the cautious wise.
—  Charles Bukowski, Portions From A Wine-Stained Notebook
It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.
—  Charles Bukowski, from the essay “I Meet The Master” from the book “Portions From A Wine-Stained Notebook”
Shit. I knew the old folks. They only went two ways - to God or to wine. And those on God complained.
—  Charles Bukowski, from the essay ‘Dirty Old Man Confesses’ from the book 'Portions From A Wine Stained Notebook’