Quotes from Charles Bukowski

Não sou esnobe; eu simplesmente não estou interessado no que a maioria das pessoas tem pra dizer, ou no que elas desejam fazer - principalmente com o meu tempo

I don't know why, but with each new woman it seemed like the first time, almost as if I had never been with a woman before.

I only want the sky to burn me more and more burn me out so that the sun begins at 6 in the morning and goes past midnight

drink without smoke is like cock without pussy

I get the blues for him, for me, for all of us: for want of something to do we keep slaying our small dragons as the big one waits.

we are worn-down, hope stamped out. We reach for coffee cups like the robots about to replace us.

Ne të gjithë jemi duke shkuar për të vdekur, të gjithë ne, çfarë cirku! Kjo vetë duhet të na bëjë ta duam njëri-tjetrin, por kjo nuk e bën. Ne jemi të terrorizuar dhe të rrafshuar nga trivialiteti, ne jemi duke u ngrënë nga asgjëja.

I realized that her life her feelings for things had been ruined along the way and that I was no more than a temporary companion

Nuk ishte dita ime. As java ime. As muaji im. As viti im. As jeta ime, dreqi e marrtë..!

I will remember the hours of kisses our lips raw with love and how you offered me your cunt your soul your insides and how I answered offering you whatever was left of me

All's fair in hate and Hollywood.

I am sad for the dead and I am sad for the living but not for my 5 cats

I never write in the daytime. It's like running through the shopping mall with your clothes off. Everybody can see you. At night… that's when you pull the tricks… magic.

He stood there as I walked on. Never trust a man with a perfectly-trimmed mustache …

I went into the crapper and took myself a beautiful beershit. Then I went to bed, jacked off, and slept.

I write fiction What's fiction? Fiction is an improvement on life.

It got so bad that Al thought maybe it was him so he went to a shrink and asked and the shrink said, you're one of the sanest men I've ever met. poor Al. that made him feel worse than ever.

nothing matters and we know nothing matters and that matters…

I looked around for a fly to kill

as a very young man I divided an equal amount of time between the bars and the libraries; how I managed to provide for my other ordinary needs is the puzzle; well, I simply didn't bother too much with that— if I had a book or a drink then I didn't think too much of other things—fools create their own paradise.

New Year's Eve is like any other eve to me: I drink.

I was simply the target of their discontent and in some real sense they blamed me for not being able to rouse them out of a failed past; what they didn't consider was that I had my troubles too—most of them caused by simply living with them.

I walk over and fill her drink: "you got class, doll, you're not like the others…" she likes that and I like it too because to make a thing true all you've got to do is believe.

Now, I thought, pushing my cart along, I have this job. Is this to be it? No wonder men robbed banks. There were too many demeaning jobs. Why the hell wasn't I a superior court judge or a concert pianist? Because it took training and training cost money. But I didn't want to be anything anyhow. And I was certainly succeeding