Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I think a man can keep on drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer...I like drunkards, man, because drunkards,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer - even beer - cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the… — 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
“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
