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
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
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
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind. — 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
