all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is… — 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
the grace is being able to like rock music, symphony music, jazz … anything that contains the original energy of joy. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
What were you going to do tonight?" "I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff." "Who's that?" "A dead Russian. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I give you soul. I give you wisdom and light and music and a bit of laughter. Also, I am the world's… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Music is much like fucking, but some composers can't climax and others climax too often, leaving themselves and the listener jaded and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Something else is hurting you. That's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips or rubber suits, or screaming music turned so… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“To ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Writing was never work for me. It had been the same for as long as I could remember: turn on the radio… — 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… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“to lean back into it like in a chair the color of the sun as you listen to lazy piano music and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“startling! such determination in the dull and uninspired and the copyists. they never lose the fierce gratitude for their uneventfulness, nor do… — 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
