That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard. — 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 wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Few beautiful women were willing to indicate in public that they belonged to someone. I had known enough women to realize this.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I needed a vacation. I needed 5 women. I needed to get the wax out of my ears. My car needed an… — 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
