“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)

(via henrycharlesbukowski)

9:13 am  •  18 May 2012  •  321 notes