I knew that the ghost might never leave me, that it might follow me, haunt me at night, seep sickness into my veins and madness into my brain.
Jerzy Kosinski, from ‘The Painted Bird’
I knew that the ghost might never leave me, that it might follow me, haunt me at night, seep sickness into my veins and madness into my brain.
Jerzy Kosinski, from ‘The Painted Bird’
“I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.”— Charles Bukowski
“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”— Sylvia Plath
“Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.”— Charles Bukowski