Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Yes?’ he asked, looking at me over the sheet. ‘I’m a writer temporarily down on my inspirations.’ ‘Oh, a writer, eh?’ ‘Yes.’… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
people see so many movies that when they finally see one not so bad as the others, they think it's great. an… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Style means no shield at all. Style means no front at all. Style means ultimate naturalness. Style means one man alone with… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Potential," I said, "doesn't mean a thing. You've got to do it. Almost every baby in a crib has more potential than… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I think that everything should be made available to everybody, and I mean LSD, cocaine, codeine, grass, opium, the works. Nothing on… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self-… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A dry period for me means perhaps going two or three nights without writing. I probably have dry periods but I'm not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If you're going to try, go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
little sun little moon little dog and a little to eat and a little to love and a little to live for… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I should think that many of our poets, the honest ones, will confess to having no manifesto. It is a painful confession… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the… — 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
