There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If you can't write the next line, well, you're dead. The past doesn't matter. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the bar was the best place to hide in. time came under your control, time to wade in, time to do nothing… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is a place in the heart that will never be filled; a space. And even during the best moments, and the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn't have quite enough… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Well, if the funeral was mine I’d have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral.”… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“it never happened but it seemed like there were times when rot stopped waited like a streetcar at a signal.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“it was a most splendid miraculous time still is only now instead of moving toward time it moves toward us” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I could stay here, I thought, make money at the track while she nurses me over the bad moments, rubs oil on… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like eyes in the look of a dog, like a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
That was the trouble with being a writer, that was the main trouble—leisure time, excessive leisure time. You had to wait around… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
you've got to burn straight up and down and then maybe sidewise for a while and have your guts scrambled by a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“No Help of that There is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space. And even during the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“dear J: I feel lucky that I didn’t fuck you the first time we met in Houston, but luckier that I didn’t… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually dirty kitchen, and 5 times out of 9 I'll show you… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“to ignore life at the proper time takes a special wisdom: like a Happy New Year to you all.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The young will never know how recklessly we went from bed to bed, from body to body, from night to night. it… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes you’ve got to kill 4 or 5 thousand men before you somehow get to believe that the sparrow is immortal, money… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Once in a rare lifetime have you ever been in a roomful of people who only helped you when you looked at… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I´ve given you my time. Its all I´ve got to give - its all any man has. And for a pitiful buck… — 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
