“Tell him to seek the stars and he will kill himself with climbing.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
and if I have any advice to give to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“They took all the joy out of fucking by talking about it all the time. I liked to fuck too, but it… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I don't know. It's been terribly hard for me. How do I know you won't do it again?' 'Nobody is ever quite… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Love is not a candle burning down. Life is. And love and life are not the same or else Love, having choice,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I paid, got up, walked to the door, opened it. I heard the man say, "that guy's nuts." out on the street… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the world is better without them. only the plants and the animals are true comrades. I drink to them and with them.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecue we are unwanted and burning we are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“That way I wouldn't have to see the guys in their walking shorts. They looked as if nothing had ever touched them-… — 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
“as long as there are human beings about there is never going to be any peace for any individual upon this earth… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“darkness falls upon Humanity and faces become terrible things that wanted more than there was. all our days are marked with unexpected… — 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
“Yes Yes when God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants… — 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
“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
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“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 Image
