morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move… — 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
I had decided against religion a couple of years back. If it were true, it made fools out of people, or it… — 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 wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They… — 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
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
We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into… — 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
The ladies usually go for the biggest damn fool they can find; that is why the human race stands where it does… — 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
