There's nothing to stop a man from writing unless that man stops himself. If a man truly desires to write, then he… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I'm very clever at hiding poems perhaps more clever than I am at writing them. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There's no point in writing my kind of stuff, when they're printing that kind of stuff. So I gave up and started… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Most people are much better at saying things in letters than in conversation, and some people can write artistic, inventive letters, but… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Writing was never work for me. It had been the same for as long as I could remember: turn on the radio… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have seen too many men wilt and go silly under a little light, and then they continue to write and get… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It's hot tonight and half the neighborhood is drunk. the other half is dead. if I have any advice about writing poetry… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If I stop writing I am dead. And that's the only way I'll stop: dead. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A dry period for me means perhaps going two or three nights without writing. I probably have dry periods but I'm not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I disliked them all immediately, sitting around acting clever and superior. They nullified each other. The worst thing for a writer is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People just don't know how to write down a simple easy line. It's difficult for them; it's like trying to keep a… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“It was wintertime. I was starving to death trying to be a writer in New York. I hadn't eaten for three or… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“What is your advice to young writers?” “Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If you can't write the next line, well, you're dead. The past doesn't matter. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Yes, I know what you mean about writing and writers. We seem to have lost the target. Writers seem to write to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
he asked, "what makes a man a writer?" "well," I said, "it's simple, it's either you get it down on paper or… — 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
