I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And if there is anybody out there who is crazy enough to want to become a writer, I'd say go ahead, spit… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have a face like a washrag. I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I can't… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there must be a way. surely there must be a way that we have not yet thought of. who put this brain… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or… — 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
