why don't we go back out there and tell them what happened? because nothing happened except that everybody has been driven insane… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your… — 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
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
“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
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
“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
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“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
“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
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
“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
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“the nights you fight best are when all the weapons are pointed at you, when all the voices hurl their insults while the dream… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
