In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You've got to know when to let a woman go if you want to keep her,and if you don't want to keep… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The pest, in a sense, is a very superior being to us: he knows where to find us and how--usually in the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Hemingway and Saroyan had the line, the magic of it. The problem was that Hemingway didn't know how to laugh and Saroyan… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People just don't know how to write down a simple easy line. It's difficult for them; it's like trying to keep a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn't particularly… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The difference between a brave man and a coward is a coward thinks twice before jumping in the cage with a lion.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I don't think I have written a poem when I was completely sober. But I have written a few good ones or… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman,… — 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
