Things will be far worse than they are now. And far better. I wait. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. — 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
“Love is alright for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable. — 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
Those who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.” — 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
“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
...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“and you go on toward your ocean, the cigar biting your lips the way love used to.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Love is not a candle burning down. Life is. And love and life are not the same or else Love, having choice,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“meat is cut as roses are cut men die as dogs die love dies like dogs die, he said.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Your parents don't give you much love, do they?' 'I don't need that stuff,' I told her. 'Henry, everybody needs love.' 'I… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love. — 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
“I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and only a minor love.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do. — 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
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
“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
