I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I could scream down 90 mountains to less than dust if only one living human had eyes in the head and heart… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those… — 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
And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's nothing to stop a man from writing unless that man stops himself. If a man truly desires to write, then he… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I like women who haven’t lived with too many men. I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women who haven’t been… — 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
