I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love. — 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
The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry, I said, I’m really sorry. I stood up in a cafe and screamed I’m in love, and now you’ve made… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with... — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. — 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
“god, love is more strange than numerals more strange than grass on fire more strange than the dead body of a child… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“you shoulda known the entirety of the trap, a**hole, love means eventual pain victory means eventual defeat grace means eventual slovenliness, there's… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it… — 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
“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
in the cupboard sits my bottle like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“out of the arms... out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed,… — 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
beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their… — 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
“Trapped don't undress my love you might find a mannequin: don't undress the mannequin you might find my love. she's long ago… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the worst thing," he told me, "is bitterness, people end up so bitter.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch. — 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
