“The time came to put Iris Duarte back on the plane. It was a morning flight which made it difficult. I was… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You are thirty minutes late." "Yes." "Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?" "No." "Why not, pray… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“we were in her big oak bed facing south so much of the rest of the time that I memorized each wrinkle… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Look, you're small-town. I've had over 50 jobs, maybe a hundred. I've never stayed anywhere long. What I am trying to say… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
it was like any other relationship, there was jealousy on both sides, there were split-ups and reconciliations. there were also fragmented moments… — 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
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
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
“What you see on the freeway is just what there is, a funeral procession of the dead, the greatest horror of our… — 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
“sometimes a man must fight so hard for life that he doesn't have time to live it.” — 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
I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what… — 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
It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Beasts bounding through time. Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“It was the first time i had been alone for five days. I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it… — 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
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
“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
“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
