The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers. — 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
People just weren't interesting. Maybe they weren't supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn't understand it. — 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
Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away… — 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
... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the people are the biggest horror show on earth, have been for centuries. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Some people like what you do, some people hate what you do, but most people simply don't give a damn. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you'll live ten times longer than if… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self-… — 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
The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them… — 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
