“The dead do not need aspirin or sorrow, I suppose. but they might need rain. not shoes but a place to walk.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I can hear cars on the freeway, it’s like a distant sea sludged with people while over my other shoulder, far over… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life...” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Henry Chinaski", the principal said over the microphone. And I walked forward. There was no applause. The one kindly soul in the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes a man must fight so hard for life that he doesn't have time to live it.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Everything is so sweetly awful, so continuously sweetly awful: the art of consummation: life eating life.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“to ignore life at the proper time takes a special wisdom: like a Happy New Year to you all.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
a good book can make an almost impossible existence, liveable ( from 'the luck of the word' ) — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“how come you're so ugly?" "my life has hardly been pretty — the hospitals, the jails, the jobs, the women, the drinking.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“it is so dark now with the sadness of people they were tricked, they were taught to expect the ultimate when nothing… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that's all there is to it.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It… — 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
