“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — 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 don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone. — 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
Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“it's colder than hell (yes) but the blankets are thin, and the pulled-down shades are as full of holes as love is.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Have you ever been in love?” “Love is for real people.” “You sound real.” “I dislike real people.” “You dislike them?” “I… — 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
“You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by.” — 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 was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Success is always dangerous. It can make an asshole out of anybody. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They're always wrong. — 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 remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love. — 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
“Of course it's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk in their eyes in their laughter and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
my 6 foot goddess makes me laugh the laughter of the mutilated who still need love... she has saved me from everything… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the… — 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
