“each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I was glad I wasn’t in love, that I wasn’t happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People… — 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
“when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when you're old… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have a face like a washrag. I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I can't… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Success is always dangerous. It can make an asshole out of anybody. — 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
Find what you love and let it kill you. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“It felt good not to be part of that sort of thing. I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“it is so dark now with the sadness of people they were tricked, they were taught to expect the ultimate when nothing… — 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
“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
