If I stop writing I am dead. And that's the only way I'll stop: dead. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If you're going to try, go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If you are going to try, go all the way or don't even start. If you follow it you will be alive… — 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
A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths that run down… — 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
All our days are marked with/ unexpected/ affronts--some/ disastrous, others/ less so/ but the process is/ wearing and/ continuous./ Attrition rules./ Most… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing. To do a dull thing with… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Christmas poem to a man in jail hello Bill Abbott: I appreciate your passing around my books in jail there, my poems… — 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
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
Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Intellectuals say simple things in difficult ways. Artists say difficult things in simple ways. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there must be a way. surely there must be a way that we have not yet thought of. who put this brain… — 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
