That moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my… — 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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
“is that death stalking me now? no, it’s only my cat, this time.” — 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
“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
