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
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
A man who can beat the horses can do anything he makes up his mind to do. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It… — 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
The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your… — 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
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
That moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, it was never meant to be any other… — 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
