Bukowski Quotes

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Charles Bukowski
“We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“some moments are nice, some are
nicer, some are even worth
writing
about.”
Charles Bukowski, War All the Time

Charles Bukowski
“I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.”
Charles Bukowski, Women

Charles Bukowski
“If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“Yes Yes

when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low

when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time

He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“The area dividing the brain and the soul
Is affected in many ways by experience --
Some lose all mind and become soul:
insane.
Some lose all soul and become mind:
intellectual.
Some lose both and become:
accepted.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“What is your advice to young writers?”
“Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.”
Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music

Charles Bukowski
“regret is mostly caused by not having
done anything.”
Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Charles Bukowski
“My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.”
Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

Charles Bukowski
“when we were kids
laying around the lawn
on our
bellies

we often talked
about
how
we'd like to
die

and
we all
agreed on the
same
thing;

we'd all
like to die
fucking

(although
none of us
had
done any
fucking)

and now
that
we are hardly
kids
any longer

we think more
about
how
not to
die

and
although
we're
ready

most of
us
would
prefer to
do it
alone

under the
sheets

now
that

most of
us

have fucked
our lives
away.”
Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Charles Bukowski
“I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“Beasts bounding through time.

Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
the impossibility of being human
Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief
Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town
the impossibility of being human
Burroughs killing his wife with a gun
Mailer stabbing his
the impossibility of being human
Maupassant going mad in a rowboat
Dostoevsky lined up against a wall to be shot
Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller
the impossibility
Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato
Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
Lorca murdered in the road by the Spanish troops
the impossibility
Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
Chatterton drinking rat poison
Shakespeare a plagiarist
Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness
the impossibility the impossibility
Nietzsche gone totally mad
the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory

moving this little bit of light toward
us
impossibly”
Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Charles Bukowski
“having nothing to struggle
against
they have nothing to struggle
for.”
Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Charles Bukowski
“there’s nothing to
discuss
there’s nothing to
remember
there’s nothing to
forget

it’s sad
and
it’s not
sad

seems the
most sensible
thing
a person can
do
is
sit
with drink in
hand
as the walls
wave
their goodbye
smiles

one comes through
it
all
with a certain
amount of
efficiency and
bravery
then
leaves

some accept
the possibility of
God
to help them
get
through

others
take it
staight on

and to these

I drink
tonight.”
Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Charles Bukowski
“the worst thing," he told me,
"is bitterness, people end up so
bitter.”
Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Charles Bukowski
“girls
please give your
bodies and your
lives
to
the young men
who
deserve them

besides
there is
no way
I would welcome
the
intolerable
dull
senseless hell
you would bring
me

and
I wish you
luck
in bed
and
out

but not
in
mine

thank
you.”
Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Charles Bukowski
“there's no clarity.
there was never meant to be clarity.”
Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Charles Bukowski
“sometimes when everything seems at
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and the hours, days, weeks
years
seem wasted –
stretched there upon my bed
in the dark
looking upward at the ceiling
i get what many will consider an
obnoxious thought:
it’s still nice to be
Bukowski.”
Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Charles Bukowski
“Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“unaccountably we are alone
forever alone
and it was meant to be
that way,
it was never meant
to be any other way–
and when the death struggle
begins
the last thing I wish to see
is
a ring of human faces
hovering over me–
better just my old friends,
the walls of my self,
let only them be there.

I have been alone but seldom
lonely.
I have satisfied my thirst
at the well
of my self
and that wine was good,
the best I ever had,
and tonight
sitting
staring into the dark
I now finally understand
the dark and the
light and everything
in between.

peace of mind and heart
arrives
when we accept what
is:
having been
born into this
strange life
we must accept
the wasted gamble of our
days
and take some satisfaction in
the pleasure of
leaving it all
behind.

cry not for me.

grieve not for me.

read
what I’ve written
then
forget it
all.

drink from the well
of your self
and begin
again.

Mind and Heart”
Charles Bukowski, Come On In!: New Poems

Charles Bukowski
“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. . . when you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through.”
Charles Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty Old Man

Charles Bukowski
“the best part was
pulling down the
shades
stuffing the doorbell
with rags
putting the phone
in the
refrigerator
and going to bed
for 3 or 4
days.
and the next best
part
was
nobody ever
missed
me.”
Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

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