Quote by Charles Bukowski Download Open image ““God damn the geraniums! ...It was like trying to screw during an aerial attack.”” — Charles Bukowski ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“What I wanted was to get away. But the moon was too far beyond, and there were white bits under me, where the flesh was shredded off and the bone gleamed that famed ivory, and those below cowered and, if they were not quick enough, were spattered in blood. Then came the jolt, as of a fall, and I saw… — Tsitsi Dangarembga Copy Share
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“Somehow this is what I wanted to happen. I was holding my ground under attack from my enemies, lashing out at them until they… — Ian Cross Copy Share Image
“Instinctively I reached out and could feel that the object was a shoe; no it was a heavy boot. And then looking up, I… — Captain Hank Bracker, "Suppresed I Rise Copy Share Image
“His squirming turned to near seizures, and he swung his arms, smacking me across the cheek. Of course it was the hand with the… — Rhys Ford Copy Share Image
“All of this cuteness, it was one of nature's great bait and switches, because... that wasn't all there was to Zuzana Nováková. Not even a little bit. Deciding to take her on was akin to a fish deciding idly to gobble up that pretty light bobbing in the shadows and then--OH GOD THE TEETH THE HORROR!--meeting the anglerfish on the… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
“I think astronaut's helmets need to have Viking horns affixed to the side, to let any aliens we might encounter know that we came… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“I gabbed Ivy's arm. "Look. Ivy. Something just moved - by that tombstone." We both stared into the gray light. "Oh, noooo," I moaned.… — R.L. Stine Copy Share Image
“From the ruckus it was making, you'd guess the sky was getting torn apart. But I suppose it just needed to let out some… — Kim Dong Hwa Copy Share Image
“Vast, Polyphemus-like, and loathsome, it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the monolith, about which it flung its gigantic scaly arms, the… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
“Mustering this sad, mutinous little force, I drove them before me up the Linar gorge, cursing the lot of them. It was not difficult… — Eric Newby Copy Share Image
“Gesler kicked one of the severed heads across the deck. Its uneven thumping was loud in the still air. 'Who still wants to live… — Steven Erikson 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
