God damn the geraniums! ...It was like trying to screw…

“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

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

“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

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

“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

“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred”

— Charles Bukowski

“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

“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

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

“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

It's 4:30 in the morning, it's always 4:30 in the morning.

— Charles Bukowski

I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.

— Charles Bukowski

“I am sick with caring.”

— Charles Bukowski

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

— Charles Bukowski

“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