Quotes from Charles Bukowski

but it seems that the most beautiful women always go for the most horrible shits, the most obvious fakes.

Manny, what are you doing working in auto parts?" "Resting.

I think I need a drink." "Almost everybody does only they don't know it." "I know it.

I went to the kitchen and felt-up the turkey.

Tinha o cartão Gold Visa. Estava vivo. Talvez. Começava até a me sentir como Nick Belane. Cantalorei um trechinho de Coats. O Inferno era o que a gente fazia dele. (pág. 16)

Carelessness is the handmaiden to tragedy indiscretion.

my blood is soiled and a dark angel sits in my brain

A. Huxley died at 69, much too early for such a fierce talent, and I read all his works but actually Point Counter Point did help a bit in carrying me through the factories and the drunk tanks and the unsavory ladies. that book along with Hamsun's Hunger they helped a bit. great books are the ones we need.

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.a

yes, the real miracles are the thousands of tiny people who know exactly what they are doing. I used to look for inspiration in higher places but the higher you go like to Plato or God the less space there is in which to stand.

sweet music It beats love because there aren't any wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or Ives or Stravinsky or Mozart.

Walking out with the people, I didn't know which was more exciting, the air race, the parachute jump that failed, or the cunt.

I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

guido per le strade, ad un passo dal pianto, vergognandomi del mio sentimentalismo e del mio possibile amore.

Son-of-a-bitch, I thought, one minute I've got two women and the next I've got none.

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.

she wants me to write a love poem but I think if people can't love each other's assholes and farts and shits and terrible parts just like they love the good parts, that ain't complete love.

Mailman, you got any mail for me?" And you felt like screaming, "Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am or anybody is?

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.

What you see on the freeway is just what there is, a funeral procession of the dead, the greatest horror of our time in motion. I'll see you there tomorrow!

A comida faz bem aos nervos e ao espírito. A coragem vem do estômago - tudo o resto é desespero.

This future running toward us paralyzes the wallet and the brain.

I am waiting to live, waiting to die.