“the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when you're old… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Endurance is more important than truth because without endurance there can't be any truth. And truth means going to the end like… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Truth changes as men change, and when truth becomes stable men will become dead, and the insect and the fire and the… — charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes you’ve got to kill 4 or 5 thousand men before you somehow get to believe that the sparrow is immortal, money… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“and I can still write a poem (sometimes), don’t forget that, and even if they don’t pay off, it’s better than waiting… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“it is so dark now with the sadness of people they were tricked, they were taught to expect the ultimate when nothing… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Somebody at one of these places asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“girls please give your bodies and your lives to the young men who deserve them besides there is no way I would… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I killed four flies while waiting. Damn, death was everywhere. Man, bird, beast, reptile, rodent, insect, fish didn't have a chance. The… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The dead do not need aspirin or sorrow, I suppose. but they might need rain. not shoes but a place to walk.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
little sun little moon little dog and a little to eat and a little to love and a little to live for… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the worst thing," he told me, "is bitterness, people end up so bitter.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted – stretched there upon… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
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, sky-diver, I'm… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer who has to go into the streets is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“nerves twitching in the sheets -- to face the sunlight again, that's clearly trouble. I like the city better when the neon lights are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“I climbed the stairway (there was no elevator) and put the key in. The door swung open. Somebody had changed all the furniture around,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part -a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each other. People with no morals often considered themselves more… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day and bought… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“I was like a turd that drew flies instead of like a flower that butterflies and bees desired. I wanted to live alone,I felt… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“the nights you fight best are when all the weapons are pointed at you, when all the voices hurl their insults while the dream… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
