I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Writing is something that you don't know how to do. You sit down and it's something that happens, or it may not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
why don't we go back out there and tell them what happened? because nothing happened except that everybody has been driven insane… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I never write in the daytime. It's like running through the shopping mall with your clothes off. Everybody can see you. At… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I read my books at night, like that, under the quilt with the overheated reading lamp. Reading all those good lines while… — 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
You know the typical crowd, Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there? Well, yeah. Because there’s… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A dry period for me means perhaps going two or three nights without writing. I probably have dry periods but I'm not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second… — 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
