What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire - Charles Bukowski I love Bukowski. He was a dirty, cranky, old asshole who loved dogs more than people and kept it real. Nothing moves me more than the truth.

This is the only book of his poetry that I own at the moment, but I plan on remedying that. His poem "BlueBird" is one of my all-time favorites, but alas - it isn't in this one. I must get that book.