Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn’t care” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity of my city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths that run down… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is a place in the heart that will never be filled; a space. And even during the best moments, and the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was fighting a small fight of my own which wasn't leading anywhere-but like a man with a bent spoon trying to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“presumed that the reader was as fascinated by her life as she was - which was a deadly mistake. The other deadly… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“No Help of that There is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space. And even during the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The Laughing Heart your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I could scream down 90 mountains to less than dust if only one living human had eyes in the head and heart… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I like women who haven’t lived with too many men. I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women who haven’t been… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, it was never meant to be any other… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the… — 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
