Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row." "There are some real weirdos down there."… — 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
Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your… — 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
The poet, as a rule, is a half-man - a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to… — 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
