Charles Bukowski on the Saving Grace of Writing

“The whole process allowed me to continue when life itself offered very little, when life itself was a horror show. There was always the typer to soothe me, to talk to me, to entertain me, to save my ass. Basically, that’s why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself … I had the bottle and the typer. I liked a bird in each hand, to hell with the bush.”