“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer who has to go into the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“A good writer knew when not to write. Anybody could type. Not that I was a good typist; also I couldn't spell… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“In the morning it was morning and I was still alive. Maybe I'll write a novel, I thought. And then I did.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I don't carry notebooks and I don't consciously store ideas. I try not to think that I am a writer and I… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is a problem with writers. If what a writer wrote was published and sold many, many copies, the writer thought he… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The truth, however, was that there was very little greatness. It was almost nonexistent, invisible. But you could be sure that the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff's edge. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Yes?’ he asked, looking at me over the sheet. ‘I’m a writer temporarily down on my inspirations.’ ‘Oh, a writer, eh?’ ‘Yes.’… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The morning interviews were always the hardest, hung-over, trying to get the beer down. No, I have no idea why I am… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Writing is something that you don't know how to do. You sit down and it's something that happens, or it may not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR TYPEWRITER YOU LEAVE YOUR MACHINE GUN AND THE RATS COME POURING THROUGH. — 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
some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
To me Art (poetry) is a continuous and continuing process and that when a man fails to write good poetry he fails… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“If I could only make her fall in love with me. Pretend to be a writer and just fuck her and have… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Don't ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There were always men looking for jobs in America. There were always all these usable bodies. And I wanted to be a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I do think that poetry is important though, if you don’t strive at it, if you don’t fill it full of stars… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“another hot summer night as I sit here and play at being a writer again. and the worst thing of course is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Your writing", she said to me, "it's so raw. It's like a sledgehammer, and yet it has humor and tenderness. . . . — 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
