Pretty Hate Machine

I’ve never been lonely.

I’ve never been lonely. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room.

In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude.

It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness … You know the typical crowd,

“Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?”

Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves.

I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all.

Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself.

I’m the best form of entertainment I have. 

~Charles Bukowski

Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more strongly than he does the beauties of nature.

The starry night, the sea and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems to still have the power of elevating his soul from the earth.

Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery and be overwhelmed by disappointments, yet when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief enters.

~Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

(Source: awinterophelia)