It was hard for me to believe. When recess was over I sat in class and thought about it. My mother had… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
..few writers like other writers' works. The only time they like them is when they are dead or if they have been… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
my mother, poor fish, wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren’t we going to run out of gas?' No there’s plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?'… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn't particularly… — 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
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
I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like… — 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
