Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. The hell of myself. — 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
Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem. — 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
People who believe in politics are like people who believe in God: they are sucking wind through bent straws. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Most people are much better at saying things in letters than in conversation, and some people can write artistic, inventive letters, but… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People just don't know how to write down a simple easy line. It's difficult for them; it's like trying to keep a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People need me. I fill them. If they can't see me for a while they get desperate, they get sick. But if… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
To me, nudity is a joke. I don't think nude people are very attractive at all. I like my women fully clothed.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and all that...but I'm not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
This is very important -- to take leisure time. Pace is the essence. Without stopping entirely and doing nothing at all for… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second… — 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
It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self-… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Some people like what you do, some people hate what you do, but most people simply don't give a damn. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and… — 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
