Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that's why we get along. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If you can only remain pure in your stupidity, someday you may get a phone call from hell. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice… — 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
There's nothing to stop a man from writing unless that man stops himself. If a man truly desires to write, then he… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Hell, I'd even failed with women. Three wives. Nothing really wrong each time. It all got destroyed by petty bickering. Railing about… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. The hell of myself. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“It's a f*** you world. Well, keep it going anyhow, what the hell.” — 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
