I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits… — 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
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
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I enjoy the bad things that are said about me. It enhances sales and makes me feel evil. I don't like to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody. It's the deceivers who make you… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I feel no grief for being called something which I am not; in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a good back rub — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I've learned to feel good when I feel good. it's better to be driven around in a red porsche than to own… — 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
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
There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way. — 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
