when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I always started a job with the feeling that I'd soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible and nothing can change that; neither… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word… — 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
If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the… — 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
I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real… — 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
I should think that many of our poets, the honest ones, will confess to having no manifesto. It is a painful confession… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like… — 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
