Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“meanwhile I look at young girls stems flowers of chance. there must be a way. surely there must be a way that… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“this then will be my destiny: scrabbling for pennies in dark tiny halls reading poems I have long since become tired of.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“just waiting is the worst. nothing worse than waiting just waiting. always hated to wait. what’s there about waiting that’s so intolerable?… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“They're waiting for you to say all these grand statements, you know? You march across the room and you're supposed to say… — 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 long as there are human beings about there is never going to be any peace for any individual upon this earth… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless… — 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
