It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn't interest you.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
This is very important -- to take leisure time. Pace is the essence. Without stopping entirely and doing nothing at all for… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Beasts bounding through time. Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with... — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
We waste days like mad blackbirds and pray for alcoholic nightsour silk-sick human smiles wrap around us like somebody else's confetti — 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
