“the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I didn't like parties.I didn't know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
people see so many movies that when they finally see one not so bad as the others, they think it's great. an… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Early evening traffic was beginning to clog the avenue with cars. The sun slanted down behind him. Harry glanced at the drivers… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I was alone with myself. And disgusting as I was it was better than being with somebody else, anybody else, all of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
i dunno," i said, "but i have an idea that people who don't think too much tend to look younger longer — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely. — 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 don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
This is very important -- to take leisure time. Pace is the essence. Without stopping entirely and doing nothing at all for… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around. — 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
People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I had decided against religion a couple of years back. If it were true, it made fools out of people, or it… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The street to my left was backed up with traffic and I watched the people waiting patiently in the cars. There was… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you… — 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
