“I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle - — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Your life is your life dont let it be clubed into dank submission” — Charles bukowski Copy Share Image
With me, my main vision for life was to avoid as many people as possible. The less people I saw the better… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone are the dead rattling the walls that close us in.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity of my city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have… — 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
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
to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will… — 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
To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The whole college scene was soft. They never told you what to expect out there in the real world. They just crammed… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my… — 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
“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
“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
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
“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 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
“Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing To do a dull thing with… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The Laughing Heart your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are… — 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
“as you are stuck in your poor body and in your poor life and it’s all slowly dissolving, dissolving into nothing. like… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Whether I was a genius or not did not so much concern me as the fact that I simply did not want… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I drank for some time, three or four days. I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we… — 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
It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“one doesn't even think of the liver and if the liver doesn't think of us, that's fine.” — 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
