I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody… — 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
I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And if there is anybody out there who is crazy enough to want to become a writer, I'd say go ahead, spit… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have a face like a washrag. I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I can't… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You've got to know when to let a woman go if you want to keep her,and if you don't want to keep… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I can't think of any poet-recluses outside of one dead Jeffers. [Robinson Jeffers] The rest of them want to slobber over each… — 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
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love. — 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
In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
well, i don't know about you but I'm going to try everything! War, women, travel, marriage, children, the works. [...]. I want… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer - even beer - cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn't particularly… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Hell, I'd even failed with women. Three wives. Nothing really wrong each time. It all got destroyed by petty bickering. Railing about… — 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
