“Nothing like beautiful legs. 'Cause with beautiful legs, even if you've been there only once or twice, there might be something up… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I never write in the daytime. It's like running through the shopping mall with your clothes off. Everybody can see you. At… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I read my books at night, like that, under the quilt with the overheated reading lamp. Reading all those good lines while… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
magic persists without us no matter what we may do to try to spoil it — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Hemingway and Saroyan had the line, the magic of it. The problem was that Hemingway didn't know how to laugh and Saroyan… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The centuries are sprinkled with rare magic with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything.… — 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
