Charles Bukowski

Some people never go crazy.

What truly horrible lives they must live.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. 

Propagating more boring damned people. 

What a horror show. 

The earth swarmed with them.

Some lose all mind and become soul, insane.

some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual.

some lose both and become accepted.

Found some poem thru the movie "Beautiful Creatures" by Charles Bukowski

And here some others

I don't hate people. I just feel better when they aren't around.

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. 

But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. 

Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. 

I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. 

We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?