I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“But trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Some men hope for revolution but when you revolt and set up your new government you find your new government is still… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
To me Art (poetry) is a continuous and continuing process and that when a man fails to write good poetry he fails… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Style means no shield at all. Style means no front at all. Style means ultimate naturalness. Style means one man alone with… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I got lost somehow, began staring up her legs. I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The difference between a brave man and a coward is a coward thinks twice before jumping in the cage with a lion.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was fighting a small fight of my own which wasn't leading anywhere-but like a man with a bent spoon trying to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
…He was always high on drugs. I was not a drug man, but in case I wanted to hide from myself for… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I think a man can keep on drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer...I like drunkards, man, because drunkards,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I think that everything should be made available to everybody, and I mean LSD, cocaine, codeine, grass, opium, the works. Nothing on… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's nothing to stop a man from writing unless that man stops himself. If a man truly desires to write, then he… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn't particularly… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I like women who haven’t lived with too many men. I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women who haven’t been… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There were always men looking for jobs in America. There were always all these usable bodies. And I wanted to be a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The street to my left was backed up with traffic and I watched the people waiting patiently in the cars. There was… — 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
I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his… — 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
