As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
i never understood society. i undersand that it works somehow and that it functions as a reality and that its realities are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Christmas poem to a man in jail hello Bill Abbott: I appreciate your passing around my books in jail there, my poems… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
They looked as if nothing had ever touched them--all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The street to my left was backed up with traffic and I watched the people waiting patiently in the cars. There was… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
What? You’d dare drink right after getting out of jail for intoxication?” That’s when you need a drink the most. — 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
