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
Most people are much better at saying things in letters than in conversation, and some people can write artistic, inventive letters, but… — 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
People who believe in politics are like people who believe in God: they are sucking wind through bent straws. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe… — 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
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
There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. 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
There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway… — 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
There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and all that...but I'm not… — 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
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the nights you fight best are when all the weapons are pointed at you, when all the voices hurl their insults while the dream… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
