“The good times were over. Nobody gave a shit and nobody had any money and if they had any, they kept it.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“but, baby, I love your money! you never once said you loved me! what do you want a liar or a lover?” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I know what a park bench is and the landlord's knock. There are only two things wrong with money: too much or… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Long before I became 'rich and famous' I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I could stay here, I thought, make money at the track while she nurses me over the bad moments, rubs oil on… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Women wanted men who made money, women wanted men of mark. How many classy women were living with skid row bums? Well,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“mainly thinking, well, I'm still alive and have the ability to expel wastes from my body and poems. and as long as… — 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
Are people crazy? People waited all their lives. They waited to live, they waited to die. They waited in line to buy… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“there wasn't a stove and we put cans of beans in hot water in the sink to heat them up and we… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes you’ve got to kill 4 or 5 thousand men before you somehow get to believe that the sparrow is immortal, money… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“blood money blood money my god they must think I love this like the others but it’s for bread and beer and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“She made the same money in ten minutes that I had made in a day with some hours thrown in. Monetarily speaking,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Jack with the hair hanging, Jack demanding money, Jack of the big gut, Jack of the loud, loud voice, Jack of the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“We waited and waited. All of us. Didn't the shrink know that waiting was one of the things that drove people crazy?… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was fairly poor but most of my money went for wine and classical music. I loved to mix the two together. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“So you want to be a writer if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Money is like sex,' I said. 'It seems much more important when you don't have any...' 'You talk like a writer,' said… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me… — 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
