...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and only a minor love.” — 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
The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Love is alright for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on… — 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
“and you go on toward your ocean, the cigar biting your lips the way love used to.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I will remember the hours of kisses our lips raw with love and how you offered me your cunt your soul your… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have a face like a washrag. I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I can't… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I have, he went on, betrayed myself with belief, deluded myself with love tricked myself with sex. the bottle is damned faithful,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I was glad I wasn’t in love, that I wasn’t happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People… — 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
“It felt good not to be part of that sort of thing. I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Few beautiful women were willing to indicate in public that they belonged to someone. I had known enough women to realize this.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Yes Yes when God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“And when you write a poem within the accepted poem-form, making it sound like a poem because a poem is a poem… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles chinese puzzles blocks wires pieces that finally fit into some order. she works it… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair… — 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
“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
“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
