not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“my typewriter is tombstone still. and I am reduced to bird watching.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is nothing quite like the expectancy of the beginning writer, unless it is the conceit of the successful one.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
bad writing's like bad women: there's just not much you can do about it — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“What is your advice to young writers?” “Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The public takes from a writer, or a writing, what it needs and lets the remainder go. but what they take is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“A good writer knew when not to write. Anybody could type. Not that I was a good typist; also I couldn't spell… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“then sit down and write or stand up and write but write no matter what the other people are doing, no matter… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A dry period for me means perhaps going two or three nights without writing. I probably have dry periods but I'm not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I guess for me Hemingway is a lot like it is for others: he goes down well when we are young. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When a writer is swayed with his fame and his fortune, you can float him down the river with the turds. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There's no point in writing my kind of stuff, when they're printing that kind of stuff. So I gave up and started… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the… — 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
