I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“But trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff's edge. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Dog is much admired by Man because he believes in the hand which feeds him. A perfect set-up. For 13 cents a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I got lost somehow, began staring up her legs. I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Christmas poem to a man in jail hello Bill Abbott: I appreciate your passing around my books in jail there, my poems… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
To me Art (poetry) is a continuous and continuing process and that when a man fails to write good poetry he fails… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There were always men looking for jobs in America. There were always all these usable bodies. And I wanted to be a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The… — 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
Never bring a lot of money to where a poor man lives. He can only lose what little he has. On the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A man who can beat the horses can do anything he makes up his mind to do. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The street to my left was backed up with traffic and I watched the people waiting patiently in the cars. There was… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight. — 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
“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
