She was consumed by 3 simple things:
drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more:
youth and beauty.
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.Love, BreakupCharles Bukowski in The People Look Like Flowers at Last
You have to die a few times before you can really live.Life, Risk, BeginningCharles Bukowski in The People Look Like Flowers at Last