“There is always somebody about to ruin your day, if not your life.” — 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
“I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life...” — 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
There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Tell him to seek the stars and he will kill himself with climbing.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Hospitals and jails and whores: these are the universities of life. I’ve got several degrees. Call me Mr.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. — 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
“the world is better without them. only the plants and the animals are true comrades. I drink to them and with them.” — 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
“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
“age is no crime but the shame of a deliberately wasted life among so many deliberately wasted lives is.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn't interest you.… — 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
“Now we are citizens of nothing. the sun itself knows the sad truth of how we surrendered our lives and deaths to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecue we are unwanted and burning we are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“It's like a movie, I thought, like a fucking movie. It seemed funny to me. It felt as if we were on… — 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
“There are still things to be handle; there will always be things to be handled. Nobody ever gets caught up and finished… — 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
“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
I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least… — 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
“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
“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a… — 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
“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
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
“Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that's all there is to 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
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
“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
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
“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
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“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
“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
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
“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
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“the nights you fight best are when all the weapons are pointed at you, when all the voices hurl their insults while the dream… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
