The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
when I was a boy I used to dream of becoming the village idiot. I used to lie in bed and imagine… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People just don't know how to write down a simple easy line. It's difficult for them; it's like trying to keep a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned. — 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
