Quotes from Charles Bukowski

I got my hands under the breasts, lifted them. Tons of meat. Meat without mouth or eye. MEAT MEAT MEAT. i slammed it into my mouth and flew into heaven.

I know I went mad, almost as an act of theory: the lost are found the sick are healthy the non-creators are the creators.

Jim, did your father really blow his brains out because of your mother?" "Yeah. He was on the telephone. He told her he had a gun. He said, 'If you don't come back to me I'm going to kill myself. Will you come back to me?' And my mother said, 'No.' There was a shot and that was that." "What did your mother do?" "She hung up.

Most of these men's lives were so tortured that I enjoyed reading about them, thinking, well, I am in hell too and I can't even write music.

i'm easy to understand even when i don't understand myself...

There are no good wars or bad wars. The only thing bad about a war is to lose it. All wars have been fought for a so-called good Cause on both sides. But only the victor's Cause becomes history's Noble Cause. It's not a matter of who is right or who is wrong, it's a matter of who has the best generals and the better army!

I am bitter sometimes but the taste has often been sweet. it's only that I've feared to say it. it's like when you woman says, tell me you love me, and you can't.

He's sick on the dream. We're all sick on the dream, that's why we're out here.

And if you decide to kill somebody, make it anybody and not somebody: some men are made of more special, precious parts: do not kill if you will a president or a King or a man behind a desk - these have heavenly longitudes enlightened attitudes. If you decide, take us who stand and smoke and glower; we are rusty with sadness and feverish with climbing broken ladders

Living too long takes more than time

please have some cheer: agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.

Don't talk to me or bother me and I won't bother you. All right?

How much shit does a man have to take just to stay alive?" "Plenty," came the answer, "and more …

we are a scene chalked out with the sick white brush of age

Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?

and I walked into a dark hall where the landlady stood execrating and final, sending me to hell, waving her fat, sweaty arms and screaming screaming for rent because the world had failed us both.

That girl enjoyed everything that bored me and everything that I enjoyed bored her. We were the perfect mates: what kept us going was the tolerable and intolerable distance between us. We kept meeting each day—and each night—with nothing solved and no chance to solve it. Perfection.

we should have known. maybe we wanted cotton candy luck. maybe we believed. what trash. we believed like dogs believe.

it never happened but it seemed like there were times when rot stopped waited like a streetcar at a signal.

I do not feel good. I've got the sad sads. All I want to do is fuck you.

Endurance is more important than truth because without endurance there can't be any truth. And truth means going to the end like you mean it. That way, death itself comes up short when it grabs

my garden in the sun and in the rain and in the day and in the night pain is a flower pain is flowers blooming all the time.

the first place smelled like work, so I took the second

There are too many ways to drown even if you don't want to drown.