They have no idea that it can be done by a bus driver, a field hand, or a fry cook. They have… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Dog is much admired by Man because he believes in the hand which feeds him. A perfect set-up. For 13 cents a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
They looked as if nothing had ever touched them--all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Never bring a lot of money to where a poor man lives. He can only lose what little he has. On the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of… — 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
...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back. — 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
