Things will be far worse than they are now. And far better. I wait. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Sometimes there's luck, When there is you stock up on it and wait for the other times — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They're always wrong. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Success is always dangerous. It can make an asshole out of anybody. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The nights you fight best are when all the weapons are pointed at you, when all the voices hurl their insults while… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If I'm an ass, I should say so. If I don't, somebody else will. If I say it first, that disarms them. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth - alongside of me. — 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
