It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“one doesn't even think of the liver and if the liver doesn't think of us, that's fine.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Everything you own must be able to fit inside one suitcase; then your mind might be free.” — 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
“Hospitals and jails and whores: these are the universities of life. I’ve got several degrees. Call me Mr.” — 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
“I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“that they could imagine that I’d want to converse with them at 7 a.m. is an insult to whatever intelligent life is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“(I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life, marvelous so marvelous like eating cold olives at 3… — 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
“peace of mind and heart arrives when we accept what is: having been born into this strange life we must accept the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Often the best parts of life were when you weren’t doing anything at all, just mulling it over, chewing on it. I… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if… — 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
“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
“nothing in the air but clouds. nothing in the air but rain. each man’s life too short to find meaning and all… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I walked up the driveway. The cats were sprawled about, pooped. In my next life I want to be a cat. To… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least… — 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
“There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. D.H. Lawrence had known that. You needed love, but not the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“how come you're so ugly?" "my life has hardly been pretty — the hospitals, the jails, the jobs, the women, the drinking.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing To do a dull thing with… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
That moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my… — 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
Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the worst thing," he told me, "is bitterness, people end up so bitter.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“to ignore life at the proper time takes a special wisdom: like a Happy New Year to you all.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle - — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.” — 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
