I think I need a drink.' 'Almost everybody does only they don't know it. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I have, he went on, betrayed myself with belief, deluded myself with love tricked myself with sex. the bottle is damned faithful,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth - alongside of me. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Like anybody can tell you, I am not a very nice man. I don't know the word. I have always admired the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“What is your advice to young writers?” “Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.” — 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
“Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself… — 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
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“one doesn't even think of the liver and if the liver doesn't think of us, that's fine.” — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
