“I have one of two choices — stay in the post office and go crazy … or stay out here and play at writer and starve. I have decided to starve.” –Charles Bukowski

I stumbled upon stumble upon tonight. And in stumbling found a quote site. Here are some quotes for posterity. For me at least.

Chinese Proverb:
“He who asks a question is a fool for five minutes; he who does not ask a question remains a fool forever.”

Mahatma Gandhi:
“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”

“First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.”

“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.”

“You must be the change you wish to see in the world.”

Heinrich Heine:
“Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.”

Cree Proverb:
“Only when the last tree has died, the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realize that we cannot eat money.”

Dr. Seuss:
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who matter don’t mind, and those that mind, don’t matter.”

Douglas Adams:
“I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”

James Madison:
“The purpose of separation of church and state is to keep forever from these shores the ceaseless strife that has soaked the soil of Europe with blood for centuries.”

Norm Crosby:
“When you go into court you are putting your fate into the hands of twelve people who weren’t smart enough to get out of jury duty.”

And here’s some more Bukowski to finish it:

“If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.”

“The difference between a brave man and a coward is a coward thinks twice before jumping in the cage with a lion. The brave man doesn’t know what a lion is. He just thinks he does.”

“My ambition is handicapped by my laziness.”

“If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose.”

“Kindness is just about the best you can do.”

“Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.”

“Don’t try.”

And a poem:

Beasts Bounding Through Time

Van Gough writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
the impossibility of being human
Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief
Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town
the impossibility of being human
Burroughs killing his wife with a gun
Mailer stabbing his
the impossibility of being human
Maupassant going mad in a rowboat
Dostoyevsky lined up against a wall to be shot
Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller
the impossibility
Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato
Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
Lorca murdered in the road by Spanish troops
the impossibility
Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
Chatterton drinking rat poison
Shakespeare a plagarist
Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness
the impossibility the impossibility
Nietzsche gone totally mad
the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory
moving this little bit of light toward us
impossibly.