“You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Everything you own must be able to fit inside one suitcase; then your mind might be free.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The whole world is a sack of shit ripping open. I can´t save it.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
They, all of them, seemed to put literary form in front of the actuality and living of life itself. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
That moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“No life anywhere, no life in this town or this place or in this weary existence” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, it was never meant to be any other… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“And my own affairs were as bad, as dismal, as the day I had been born. The only difference was that now… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I was getting depressed. My life wasn't going anywhere. I needed something, the flashing of lights, glamour, some damn thing. And here… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“you were the only one who understood the futility of the arrangement of life; all the others were only displeased with trivial… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“We’ve all heard that little woman who says, “Oh, it’s terrible what these young people do to themselves, in my lsi other… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“that they could imagine that I’d want to converse with them at 7 a.m. is an insult to whatever intelligent life is… — 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
