Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they… — 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 lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I could scream down 90 mountains to less than dust if only one living human had eyes in the head and heart… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy? — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“It didn’t pay to trust another human being. Humans didn’t have it, whatever it took. On” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The human race had always disgusted me. essentially, what made them disgusting was the family-relationship illness, which included marriage, exchange of power… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being. — 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
We waste days like mad blackbirds and pray for alcoholic nightsour silk-sick human smiles wrap around us like somebody else's confetti — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well. — 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
