People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way. — 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
Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers,… — 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
People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love. — 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
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
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 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
I've never been lonely. I've been in a room... I've felt suicidal, I've been depressed. I've felt awful ... awful beyond all… — 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
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
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
“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
