Notes 196
"I was fighting a small fight of my own which wasn’t leading
anywhere—but like a man with a bent spoon trying to dig through a
cement wall I knew that a small fight was better than quitting: it
kept
the heart alive."
—Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
anywhere—but like a man with a bent spoon trying to dig through a
cement wall I knew that a small fight was better than quitting: it
kept
the heart alive."
—Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
Notes 287
