I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

Charles Bukowski
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take...
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take...
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take...
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take...
About This Quote

This is one of my favorite quotes by George Carlin because it captures the humor found in human nature. By having this quip, George Carlin was able to show his audience that there are many flaws that the human race has, but there are also many moments of brilliance that humans can possess. The fact that George Carlin could bring laughter to an audience with such a morbid thought shows how well he understood human nature.

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