like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A man who can beat the horses can do anything he makes up his mind to do. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff's edge. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The worst men have the best jobs the best men have the worst jobs or are unemployed or locked in madhouses. — 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
I have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The poet, as a rule, is a half-man - a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Sometimes a man doesn’t know what to do about things and sometimes it’s best to lie very still and try not to… — 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
I am not a man who looks for solutions in God or politics. If somebody else wants to do the dirty work… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
for a man of 55 who didn't get laid until he was 23 and not very often until he was 50 I… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have seen too many men wilt and go silly under a little light, and then they continue to write and get… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecue we are unwanted and burning we are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Dog is much admired by Man because he believes in the hand which feeds him. A perfect set-up. For 13 cents a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I call 'em complaining machines. Things are never right with a guy to them. And man, when you throw that hysteria in… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The whole LSD, STP, marijuana, heroin, hashish, prescription cough medicine crowd suffers from the "Watchtower" itch: you gotta be with us, man,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Never bring a lot of money to where a poor man lives. He can only lose what little he has. On the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Christmas poem to a man in jail hello Bill Abbott: I appreciate your passing around my books in jail there, my poems… — 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
We do not abandon ship. I say, as corny as it may sound, through the strength and spirit and fire and dare… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
he asked, "what makes a man a writer?" "well," I said, "it's simple, it's either you get it down on paper or… — 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
