“What will you do?" "Oh, hell, I'll write a novel about writing the screenplay and making the movie." "What are you going… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer. — 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
“then sit down and write or stand up and write but write no matter what the other people are doing, no matter… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is nothing quite like the expectancy of the beginning writer, unless it is the conceit of the successful one.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Some of my poems indicate that I am writing while living alone after a split with a woman, and I've had many… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The public takes from a writer, or a writing, what it needs and lets the remainder go. but what they take is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“What is your advice to young writers?" "Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes." "What is your advice to older writers?" "If… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“do you drink because you are afraid of life? the interviewer asked. disgusted with life is more like it, said the writer,… — 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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“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
“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
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
“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
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“the nights you fight best are when all the weapons are pointed at you, when all the voices hurl their insults while the dream… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
