If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for. — 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
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
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
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover. — 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
“I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and only a minor 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 drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love. — 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
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
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
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
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
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
“you shoulda known the entirety of the trap, a**hole, love means eventual pain victory means eventual defeat grace means eventual slovenliness, there's… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“god, love is more strange than numerals more strange than grass on fire more strange than the dead body of a child… — 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
“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
“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 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
“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
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
in the cupboard sits my bottle like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“out of the arms... out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“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
“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
