“The dead do not need aspirin or sorrow, I suppose. but they might need rain. not shoes but a place to walk.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I mean, if you’re going to try you might as well fight for the whole enchilada” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The hope is a touch of graceful humor, no matter what’s occurring. The ability to laugh, the ability to see the ridiculous,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“You could sit in there all day drinking coffee and they never asked you to leave no matter how bad you looked.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“And then along came Hemingway. What a thrill! He knew how to lay down a line. It was a joy. Words weren’t… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they… — 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
