Charles Bukowski // "I always had this certain contentment…I wouldn’t call it happiness…it was more of an inner balance that settled for whatever was occurring… It helped in the factories and when relationships went wrong…it helped through the wars and the hangovers, the back alley fights, the hospitals… To walk across the floor to an old dresser with a cracked mirror…see myself, ugly, grinning at it all. What matters most is how well you walk through the fire."