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
People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. The hell of myself. — 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
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
People need me. I fill them. If they can't see me for a while they get desperate, they get sick. But if… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
That's how it is with books, isn't it: They're not in a hurry. They'll wait for you till you're ready. People empty… — 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
With me, my main vision for life was to avoid as many people as possible. The less people I saw the better… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
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
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
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
But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
All our days are marked with/ unexpected/ affronts--some/ disastrous, others/ less so/ but the process is/ wearing and/ continuous./ Attrition rules./ Most… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
To me, nudity is a joke. I don't think nude people are very attractive at all. I like my women fully clothed.… — 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
great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that… — 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
he asked, "what makes a man a writer?" "well," I said, "it's simple, it's either you get it down on paper or… — 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
Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch. — 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
the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely. — 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
Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them. — 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
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
I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly… — 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
... 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
People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re… — 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
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
“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
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
“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
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“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
“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
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
“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
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“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
