where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“We went up the Harbor freeway north and then we cut onto the San Diego freeway north. I hated the San Diego… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Are people crazy? People waited all their lives. They waited to live, they waited to die. They waited in line to buy… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The dead do not need aspirin or sorrow, I suppose. but they might need rain. not shoes but a place to walk.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sleeping in the rain helps me forget things like I am going to die and you are going to die and the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“nothing in the air but clouds. nothing in the air but rain. each man’s life too short to find meaning and all… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile… — 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
