“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is always somebody about to ruin your day, if not your life.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“a life can change in a tenth of a second. or sometimes it can take 70 years.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life...” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes a man must fight so hard for life that he doesn't have time to live it.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
a good book can make an almost impossible existence, liveable ( from 'the luck of the word' ) — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the world is better without them. only the plants and the animals are true comrades. I drink to them and with them.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Everything is so sweetly awful, so continuously sweetly awful: the art of consummation: life eating life.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Henry Chinaski", the principal said over the microphone. And I walked forward. There was no applause. The one kindly soul in the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Love is not a candle burning down. Life is. And love and life are not the same or else Love, having choice,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn't interest you.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“as long as there are human beings about there is never going to be any peace for any individual upon this earth… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I was getting depressed. My life wasn't going anywhere. I needed something, the flashing of lights, glamour, some damn thing. And here… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Now we are citizens of nothing. the sun itself knows the sad truth of how we surrendered our lives and deaths to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the… — 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
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
“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
“as you are stuck in your poor body and in your poor life and it’s all slowly dissolving, dissolving into nothing. like… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I drank for some time, three or four days. I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Whether I was a genius or not did not so much concern me as the fact that I simply did not want… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun — 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
