“That girl enjoyed everything that bored me and everything that I enjoyed bored her. We were the perfect mates: what kept us going was the tolerable and intolerable distance between us. We kept meeting each day—and each night—with nothing solved and no chance to solve it. Perfection.” Charles Bukowski

“He lit all our cigarettes. He wanted to light everything. He was engrossed with fire, fire was the way, fire was the god.” Charles Bukowski

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