When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth - alongside of me. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“one doesn't even think of the liver and if the liver doesn't think of us, that's fine.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I think I need a drink.' 'Almost everybody does only they don't know it. — 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
“There's no point in writing my kind of stuff, when they're printing that kind of stuff. So I gave up and started… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“So where do you go? Back to the bottle And back to a tiny room somewhere. And wait. And wait, and wait.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine… — 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
It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We… — 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 like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day… — 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. It… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to… — 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
“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
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
Long before I became 'rich and famous' I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When I'm drinking around people, I tend to get silly or pugnacious or wild, which can cause problems. — 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
