I think I need a drink.' 'Almost everybody does only they don't know it. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“there’s all that time to eat drink and wait on death like everybody else.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
That's your response to everything: drink?" "No, that's my response to nothing. — 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 here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live… — 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
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
as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine! — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
What? You’d dare drink right after getting out of jail for intoxication?” That’s when you need a drink the most. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“We are here to drink beer. We are here to end war. We are here to laugh at the odds, and live… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn't interest you.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Her one drink had Cecilia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I sit here drunk now. I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“You could sit in there all day drinking coffee and they never asked you to leave no matter how bad you looked.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Don't fight your demons. Your demons are here to teach you lessons. Sit down with your demons and have a drink and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn't particularly… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The morning interviews were always the hardest, hung-over, trying to get the beer down. No, I have no idea why I am… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
..few writers like other writers' works. The only time they like them is when they are dead or if they have been… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“there’s nothing to discuss there’s nothing to remember there’s nothing to forget it’s sad and it’s not sad seems the most sensible… — 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
“Look, barkeeper, I'm a peaceful man. Fairly normal. I don't sniff armpits or wear ladies' underwear. But everywhere I go, somebody is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“What is your advice to young writers?” “Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I walk over and fill her drink: “you got class, doll, you’re not like the others…” she likes that and I like… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I'm going to open another vottle. not a vottle, but a bottle. you open it and I'll drink it. and you try… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
in the cupboard sits my bottle like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I don't think I have written a poem when I was completely sober. But I have written a few good ones or… — 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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“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
“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
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
“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
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“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
