“I have no definite talent or trade, and how I stay alive is largely a matter of …” — Charles Bukowski

There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.

To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.

To not to have entirely wasted one's life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

Much publishing is done through politics, friends, and natural stupidity.