“do you drink because you are afraid of life? the interviewer asked. disgusted with life is more like it, said the writer,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I paid, got up, walked to the door, opened it. I heard the man say, "that guy's nuts." out on the street… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. D.H. Lawrence had known that. You needed love, but not the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric” I know what he meant I know what he wanted: to be completely alive… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“She was perfect, pure maddening sex, and she knew it, and she played on it, dripped it, and allowed you to suffer… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“(I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life, marvelous so marvelous like eating cold olives at 3… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“girls please give your bodies and your lives to the young men who deserve them besides there is no way I would… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I killed four flies while waiting. Damn, death was everywhere. Man, bird, beast, reptile, rodent, insect, fish didn't have a chance. The… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten why or where or when it happened and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I see a bright portion under the overhead light that shades into darkness and then into darker darkness and I can't see… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“a life can change in a tenth of a second. or sometimes it can take 70 years.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“nothing in the air but clouds. nothing in the air but rain. each man’s life too short to find meaning and all… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Writing was never work for me. It had been the same for as long as I could remember: turn on the radio… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“as long as there are human beings about there is never going to be any peace for any individual upon this earth… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The game had worn me down. I’d lost my kick. Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Your life is your life dont let it be clubed into dank submission” — 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
