“No life anywhere, no life in this town or this place or in this weary existence” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Your life is your life dont let it be clubed into dank submission” — Charles bukowski Copy Share Image
“TV can make me ill in five minutes, but I can look at an animal for hours and find nothing but grace… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“do you drink because you are afraid of life? the interviewer asked. disgusted with life is more like it, said the writer,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“she slammed the door and was gone. I looked at the closed door and at the doorknob and strangely I didn't feel… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I'm not a guru. I wish you wouldn't pose these things at me, man. Ask me about women or something.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I didn't know who to believe but one thing I do know: when a man is living many claim relationships that are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity — 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
why don't we go back out there and tell them what happened? because nothing happened except that everybody has been driven insane… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric” I know what he meant I know what he wanted: to be completely alive… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The game had worn me down. I’d lost my kick. Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of… — 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 will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“you were the only one who understood the futility of the arrangement of life; all the others were only displeased with trivial… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
They, all of them, seemed to put literary form in front of the actuality and living of life itself. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“We are here to drink beer. We are here to end war. We are here to laugh at the odds, and live… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I found the best thing I could do was just to type away at my own work and let the dying die… — 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
“I see a bright portion under the overhead light that shades into darkness and then into darker darkness and I can't see… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Once in a rare lifetime have you ever been in a roomful of people who only helped you when you looked at… — 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
