The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills Quotes

“I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“I am old when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“I am not out to destroy all the white race — only a small part of it: myself.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“well, we all have our sharks, I’m sure, and there’s only one way to get them off before they hack and nibble you to death— stop feeding them; they will find other bait; you fattened them the last dozen times around— now set them out to sea.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“My part of the game is that I must live the best I can.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“the worst men have the best jobs the best men have the worst jobs or are unemployed or locked in madhouses.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“this will never leave me: that I had love and love died; a photo and a piece of tape is not much, I have learned late, but give me 14 days or 14 years, I will kill any man who would touch or take whatever’s left.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“The tigers have found me, and I do not care.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“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 it is as if the sun were a mind that has given up on us.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“to die with your boots on while writing poetry is not as glorious as riding a horse down Broadway with a stick of dynamite in your teeth,”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“if death is so fearful then life must be good? dandy then, babe, genuinely traginew, and I’ve found out why men sign their names to their works— not that they created them but more than the others did not.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“We are dying birds we are sinking ships— the world rocks down against us and we throw out our arms and we throw out our legs like the death kiss of the centipede: but they kindly snap our backs and call our poison “politics.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“the balloon pops and I walk across a kitchen on a rainy day in February to check on eggs and bread and wine and sanity to check on glue to paste nice pictures on these walls.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“he tells me that he has seen me in issue No. 5 of Crablegs and Muletears and that I am getting better, and I tell him that I am a slow starter and being only 42”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“and I said, I was beaten down long ago in some alley in another world.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“we were never children like your children. We do not understand love songs like your inamorata.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“the grass melting and yelling on the top of the ground and those smokesweet pictures of bluegray putting the whole sky out of place and all the while nobody saying anything just watching what the flames did like something busted out finally and having its say we all came together.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“ants, ants crawl my drunken arms as our schoolboys scream for Willie Mays instead of Bach, ants crawl my drunken arms through the drink I reach for surfboards and sinks, for sunflowers and the typewriter falls like a heart-attack from the table or a dead Sunday bull, and the ants crawl into my mouth and down my throat,”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“So rude the flowers that grow and do not grow beautiful.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“never to look upon youth as inferior because you are old, never to look upon age as wisdom because you have experience. a man can be old and a fool— many are, a man can be young and wise—few are.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.

—Charles Bukowski, “As The Sparrow.” The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses. (Ecco May 31, 2002) Originally published January 1st 1969.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“The best way to think is not at all”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“I have practiced death for so long and still I have not learned it,”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“original courage is good, motivation be damned, and if you say they are trained to feel no pain, are they guaranteed this?”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“I wanted yellow flowers like her golden hair I wanted yellow-singing and the sun.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

“she went on singing but I wanted to die I wanted yellow flowers like her golden hair I wanted yellow-singing and the sun.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills