“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“she slammed the door and was gone. I looked at the closed door and at the doorknob and strangely I didn't feel… — 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
The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry, I said, I’m really sorry. I stood up in a cafe and screamed I’m in love, and now you’ve made… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with... — 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
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I will remember the hours of kisses our lips raw with love and how you offered me your cunt your soul your… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I have, he went on, betrayed myself with belief, deluded myself with love tricked myself with sex. the bottle is damned faithful,… — 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
your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. you’re finally left with… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“And when you write a poem within the accepted poem-form, making it sound like a poem because a poem is a poem… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Yes Yes when God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have… — 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… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I’ve memorized all the fish in the sea I’ve memorized each opportunity strangled and I remember awakening one morning and finding everything… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love. — 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
