Quotes from Charles Bukowski

You know there's a lot of you I've loved and it hasn't been entirely your money.

I write poetry, worry, smile, laugh sleep continue for a while just like most of us just like all of us; sometimes I want to hug all Mankind on earth and say, god damn all this that they've brought down on us, we are brave and good even though we are selfish and kill each other and kill ourselves, we are the people born to kill and die and weep in dark rooms and love in dark rooms, and wait, and wait and wait and wait. we are the people. we are nothing more.

Voglio così tanto che non è quì e che non so dove cercarlo.

it's the same for most of us but one of the best things I learned was to stay out of the bars and also to try to stay off the street. I fail sometimes to stay off the streets but not too often. the finest place on earth to drink is in your own place and alone. you probably know all this. all right.

Death is a sophisticated afternoon in Santa Fe, with nobody saying what they are thinking.

He just stares. He's so quiet. That's the way we want him. Still water runs deep. Not with this one. The only thing that runs deep with him are the holes in his ears.

Hank, I can't stand it! You can't stand what, baby? The situation. What situation, babe? Me working and you laying around. All the neighbors think I am supporting you. Hell, I worked and you laid around. That's different. You're a man, I'm a woman. Oh, I didn't know that. I thought you bitches were always screaming for equal rights?

Still afraid of pain behind my four-day beard.

How could men live with women? What did it mean? What I wanted was a cave in Colorado with three-years' worth of foodstuffs and drink. I'd wipe my ass with sand. Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

Only the poor knew the meaning of life; the rich and the safe had to guess.

Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail.

I agree that complacency hardly engenders an immortal literature but neither does repetition.

This is very creative," said Mrs. Fretag, and she began to read my essay. The words sounded good to me. Everybody was listening. My words filled the room, from blackboard to blackboard, they hit the ceiling and bounced off, they covered Mrs. Fretag's shoes and piled up on the floor.

Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral." I was always quick with the mouth. I would never learn.

I drank in my words like a thirsty man. I even began to believe them.

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

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted.

I went to the bathroom and masturbated—hard to kill a man like that with a Bomb?

the laughter of the mutilated who still need love, and her blessed eyes run deep into her head like mountain springs far in and cool and good.

You realize when you're plucked out of the mainstream that it doesn't need you or anybody else.

people so tired mutilated either by love or no love.

Ako se desi nesto lose,pijes da zaboravis;ako se desi nesto lepo,pijes da proslavis;a ako se nista ne desava,pijes da bi se nesto desilo.

Ljudi duguju jedni drugima izvesnu vernost, ?ak i kad nisu u braku. U neku ruku, poverenje bi onda trebalo da je dublje, jer nije ozakonjeno.

The emotion was there but it wasn't spelled out in neon.