All Charles Bukowski Quotes
- That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge. Edge
- it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones. Afternoon
- great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that bastards like me… Art
- we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure. Dead
- your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench… All
- I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed. Crazy
- I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them. Crazy
- mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy? Human
- it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to… Charles
- stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover. Beer
- I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and… Cigarette
- there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. All
- she is no longer the beautiful woman she was. she sends photos of herself sitting upon a rock by the ocean alone and damned. I… Alone
- but right now it's Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Bob Dylan all the way. All
- soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m.,… Answering
- the masses are everywhere they know how to do things: they have sane and deadly angers for sane and deadly things. Angers
- I hope that death contains less than this. Contains
- I have a face like a washrag. I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I can't stand hounds can't… Bigger
- I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during… Allowed
- sometimes I hate you," she said. Hate
- the history of melancholia includes all of us. All
- this time has finished me. Finished
- eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go. Eleven
- I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love. Ashamed
- Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't… Complain