“It's a f*** you world. Well, keep it going anyhow, what the hell.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I give you soul. I give you wisdom and light and music and a bit of laughter. Also, I am the world's… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Everything is beautiful. We have all this beauty in the world and all we have to do is reach out and touch… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry… — 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
the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have… — 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
The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
This is a world where everybody’s gotta do something. Ya know, somebody laid down this rule that everybody’s gotta do something, they… — 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
Early evening traffic was beginning to clog the avenue with cars. The sun slanted down behind him. Harry glanced at the drivers… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They… — 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
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
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
Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me. — 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
“(the whole world is at the throat of the world, everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated, everybody is despondent, disillusioned.) I welcomed shots… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that… — 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
