“sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone are the dead rattling the walls that close us in.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning. — 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
“The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn’t care” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine! — 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
Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right." "Sam," I say,… — 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
“darkness falls upon Humanity and faces become terrible things that wanted more than there was. all our days are marked with unexpected… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You know the typical crowd, Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there? Well, yeah. Because there’s… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I've never been lonely. I've been in a room... I've felt suicidal, I've been depressed. I've felt awful ... awful beyond all… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost… — 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
