It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
you are on the freeway threading through traffic now, moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and… — 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
It's better to do a dull thing with style than a dangerous thing without it. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing. To do a dull thing with… — 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
