Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

Charles Bukowski
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Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself. On the surface, this quote suggests he’s afraid of his own sanity. It can also be interpreted as him explaining his mental illness. This quote is often misquoted by the media to mean something different than what he actually wrote.

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