God knows I am not too hippy. Perhaps because I am too much around the hip and I fear fads for, like… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row." "There are some real weirdos down there."… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have a face like a washrag. I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I can't… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I can't think of any poet-recluses outside of one dead Jeffers. [Robinson Jeffers] The rest of them want to slobber over each… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the… — 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
![“I can't think of any poet-recluses outside of one dead Jeffers. [Robinson Jeffers] The rest of them want to slobber over each other and hug each other. It appears to me that I am the last of the poet-recluses.” quote by Charles Bukowski](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/627/charles-bukowski-73_hug_i-can-t-think-of-any-poet-recluses-outsi_1207134.jpg)
