Writing is something that you don't know how to do. You sit down and it's something that happens, or it may not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Sometimes there's luck, When there is you stock up on it and wait for the other times — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth? — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I don't know if this is true to you but for me sometimes it gets so bad that anything else say like… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The Laughing Heart your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
This is a world where everybody’s gotta do something. Ya know, somebody laid down this rule that everybody’s gotta do something, they… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Sometimes a man doesn’t know what to do about things and sometimes it’s best to lie very still and try not 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
