Once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own tail, it swallowed and swallowed until it got halfway round, and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning. — 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
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I paid, got up, walked to the door, opened it. I heard the man say, "that guy's nuts." out on the street… — 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
“the worst thing," he told me, "is bitterness, people end up so bitter.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“darkness falls upon Humanity and faces become terrible things that wanted more than there was. all our days are marked with unexpected… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“she slammed the door and was gone. I looked at the closed door and at the doorknob and strangely I didn't feel… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, it was never meant to be any other… — 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
