“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
“The whole world is a sack of shit ripping open. I can´t save it.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Tell him to seek the stars and he will kill himself with climbing.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“What is your advice to young writers?” “Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.” — 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
“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
“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
“Genius could be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way, or even to say a simple thing in… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone are the dead rattling the walls that close us in.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“What kind of d*ck are you? Celine asked. -The best in L.A. -Yes? What's L.A. stand for? -Lost as*holes.” — 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
“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
“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
“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
“the best part was pulling down the shades stuffing the doorbell with rags putting the phone in the refrigerator and going to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric” I know what he meant I know what he wanted: to be completely alive… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“girls please give your bodies and your lives to the young men who deserve them besides there is no way I would… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee,… — 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
“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
“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
“To ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The dead do not need aspirin or sorrow, I suppose. but they might need rain. not shoes but a place to walk.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“We’ve all heard that little woman who says, “Oh, it’s terrible what these young people do to themselves, in my lsi other… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Beasts bounding through time. Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
