I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
Charles BukowskiRead
They looked as if nothing had ever touched them--all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever been in jail, or worked hard with their hands, or even gotten a traffic ticket. Skimmed-milk jollies, the whole bunch.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on a life of privilege and comfort, contrasting it with the struggles of the less fortunate.
In this quote, Charles Bukowski critiques a group of people who seem untouched by the harsh realities of life. He suggests that their easy, sheltered existence has left them naive and unaware of the challenges that many face. By comparing them to 'skimmed-milk jollies', Bukowski implies that they lack depth and richness in their experiences, which ultimately reduces their understanding of life’s complexities.
In practice
During a speech on social inequality, one might use this quote to highlight differences in life experiences.
I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
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After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.
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