“You’ve got to burn straight up and down and then maybe sidewise for a while and have your guts scrambled by a bully and the demonic ladies, you’ve got to run along the edge of madness teetering, you’ve got to starve like a winter alleycat, you’ve got to live with the imbecility of at least a dozen cities, then maybe, maybe, MAYBE you might know where you are for a tiny blinking moment.” -Charles Bukowski