“each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The whole LSD, STP, marijuana, heroin, hashish, prescription cough medicine crowd suffers from the "Watchtower" itch: you gotta be with us, man,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the… — 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
That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Some men hope for revolution but when you revolt and set up your new government you find your new government is still… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
…He was always high on drugs. I was not a drug man, but in case I wanted to hide from myself for… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's nothing to stop a man from writing unless that man stops himself. If a man truly desires to write, then he… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The worst men have the best jobs the best men have the worst jobs or are unemployed or locked in madhouses. — 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
I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right." "Sam," I say,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have seen too many men wilt and go silly under a little light, and then they continue to write and get… — 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
