Writing is something that you don't know how to do. You sit down and it's something that happens, or it may not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I didn't like anything. Maybe I was afraid. That was it - I was afraid. I wanted to sit alone in a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“do you drink because you are afraid of life? the interviewer asked. disgusted with life is more like it, said the writer,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
i do not like to work and have no trade but i do like to eat, so this is basic, the basic… — 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
