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
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Bad luck for the young poet would be a rich father, an early marriage, an early success or the ability to do… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room crumpled into spiders and needles and silence and we can never understand… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I guess for me Hemingway is a lot like it is for others: he goes down well when we are young. — 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
