The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“(the whole world is at the throat of the world, everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated, everybody is despondent, disillusioned.) I welcomed shots… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
With me, my main vision for life was to avoid as many people as possible. The less people I saw the better… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people. — 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
Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with... — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
and if I have any advice to give to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting. — 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
