“I shouldn’t even be here. After all I have done to myself and after all they have done to me I ought to be kneeling to the gods and giving thanks. Instead, I deride their kindness by being impatient with the world. Maybe a damned good night’s sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it’s all in disarray”

Charles Bukowksi