Death Quotes by Charles Bukowski

“it does seem the more we drink the better the words go.”

— Charles Bukowski

Death is not the problem; waiting around for it is.

— Charles Bukowski

“that's what kills a man: lack of change.”

— Charles Bukowski

Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.

— Charles Bukowski

Death is nothing, brother, it's life that's hard

— Charles Bukowski

“You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life.”

— Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

— Charles Bukowski

Before my death I hope to obtain my life.

— Charles Bukowski

The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.

— Charles Bukowski

“is that death stalking me now? no, it’s only my cat, this time.”

— Charles Bukowski

“sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone are the dead rattling the walls that close us in.”

— Charles Bukowski

Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.

— Charles Bukowski

“death arrived on schedule on a Sunday afternoon, and, as always, it was easier than we thought it would be.”

— Charles Bukowski

“there’s all that time to eat drink and wait on death like everybody else.”

— Charles Bukowski

“Think of being 80 and fucking a 18 yeard old girl. If there was any way to cheat the game of death,…

— Charles Bukowski

Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.

— Charles Bukowski

“the world is better without them. only the plants and the animals are true comrades. I drink to them and with them.”

— Charles Bukowski

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When…

— Charles Bukowski

“Now we are citizens of nothing. the sun itself knows the sad truth of how we surrendered our lives and deaths to…

— Charles Bukowski

I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life…

— Charles Bukowski

“you are good but you are too emotional the way to whip life is to quietly frame the agony,study it and put…

— Charles Bukowski

“I paid, got up, walked to the door, opened it. I heard the man say, "that guy's nuts." out on the street…

— Charles Bukowski

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher,…

— Charles Bukowski

“I didn't know who to believe but one thing I do know: when a man is living many claim relationships that are…

— Charles Bukowski

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move…

— Charles Bukowski

“we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecue we are unwanted and burning we are…

— Charles Bukowski

I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason…

— Charles Bukowski

“as long as there are human beings about there is never going to be any peace for any individual upon this earth…

— Charles Bukowski

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible…

— Charles Bukowski

“They're waiting for you to say all these grand statements, you know? You march across the room and you're supposed to say…

— Charles Bukowski

“darkness falls upon Humanity and faces become terrible things that wanted more than there was. all our days are marked with unexpected…

— Charles Bukowski

There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get…

— Charles Bukowski

“There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible…

— Charles Bukowski

“It was wintertime. I was starving to death trying to be a writer in New York. I hadn't eaten for three or…

— Charles Bukowski

“Consummation Of Grief I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the…

— Charles Bukowski

pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman,…

— Charles Bukowski

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible…

— Charles Bukowski

and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair…

— Charles Bukowski

“unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, it was never meant to be any other…

— Charles Bukowski

“shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death…

— Charles Bukowski