Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The dog approached again, cautiously. I found the bologna sandwich, ripped off a chunk, wiped the cheap watery mustard off, then placed… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
dont undress my love you might find a mannequin dont undress the mannequin you might find love. shes long ago forgotten me.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
i dunno," i said, "but i have an idea that people who don't think too much tend to look younger longer — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
..few writers like other writers' works. The only time they like them is when they are dead or if they have been… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am not a man who looks for solutions in God or politics. If somebody else wants to do the dirty work… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only… — 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
I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second… — 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
Somebody at one of these places asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two. — 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
