Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Don't ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page. — 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
There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If I stop writing I am dead. And that's the only way I'll stop: dead. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of one as the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer who has to go into the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“A writer is not a writer because he has written some books. A writer is not a writer because he teaches literature.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
That's how it is with books, isn't it: They're not in a hurry. They'll wait for you till you're ready. People empty… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I don't carry notebooks and I don't consciously store ideas. I try not to think that I am a writer and I… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I never write in the daytime. It's like running through the shopping mall with your clothes off. Everybody can see you. At… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit… — 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
Yes?’ he asked, looking at me over the sheet. ‘I’m a writer temporarily down on my inspirations.’ ‘Oh, a writer, eh?’ ‘Yes.’… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“another hot summer night as I sit here and play at being a writer again. and the worst thing of course is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And if there is anybody out there who is crazy enough to want to become a writer, I'd say go ahead, spit… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I walked around the library looking for books. I pulled them off the shelves, one by one. But they were all tricks.… — 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
“The truth, however, was that there was very little greatness. It was almost nonexistent, invisible. But you could be sure that the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Yes, I know what you mean about writing and writers. We seem to have lost the target. Writers seem to write to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Writing is something that you don't know how to do. You sit down and it's something that happens, or it may not… — 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
“Writing was never work for me. It had been the same for as long as I could remember: turn on the radio… — 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
“So you want to be a writer if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is a problem with writers. If what a writer wrote was published and sold many, many copies, the writer thought he… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning — 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
