Quotes from Charles Bukowski

The Bible says, 'Love thy neighbor.' That could mean to leave him alone.

Por la mañana era de día y yo seguía vivo. Quizás escriba una novela, pensé. Y eso hice.

So I drank every night after work, alone, up at my place and I had enough left for a day at the track on Saturday, and life was simple and without too much pain. Maybe without too much reason, but getting away from pain was reasonable enough.

Nessuno trova mai la persona giusta.

Przed chwilÄ… zÅ'o?ono mi ?yczenia szcz??liwego Nowego Roku w lokalnej telewizji, zrobiÅ' to jakiÅ› zidiociaÅ'y prezenter. Nie lubiÄ™, jak mi obcy skÅ'ada ?yczenia. SkÄ…d ten kretyn mo?e wiedzie?, do kogo siÄ™ zwraca? A mo?e mówi do faceta, który wÅ'aÅ›nie zakneblowaÅ' i powiesiÅ' za nogi pod sufitem swojÄ… piÄ™cioletniÄ… córeczkÄ™, a teraz kroi jÄ… w kawaÅ'ki? Wszystkiego najlepszego.

I am asked to hide my viewpoint from them for fear of their fear.

Si estás perdiendo tu alma y lo sabes, todavía te queda un alma por perder.

A mí cada vez que alguien me hablaba me entraban ganas de tirarme por la ventana o de escapar en el ascensor. La gente, simplemente, no me resultaba interesante. Quizá no tenía por qué serlo. Pero los animales, los pájaros, incluso los insectos lo eran. No podía entenderlo.

I dislike cute cat poems but I've written one anyhow.

women were beyond me. they saw something depraved. there was one waitress a little older than I, she rather smiled, lingered when she brought my coffee. that was plenty for me, that was enough. - Young in New Orleans

You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by.

My eyes were blue and nobody loved me but myself.

Você tem de morrer algumas vezes antes que você possa realmente viver.

Oftentimes in those roominghouses and cheap apartments there was nothing to do when you were broke and starving and down to the last bottle. There was nothing to do but listen to those wild arguments. It made you realize that you weren't the only one who was more than discouraged with the world, you weren't the only one moving toward madness.

but perhaps it will help if we all realize that perhaps all of us have been pests at one time or another to somebody but we never knew it. shit, it's a horrible thought but most probably true and maybe it will help us bear up under the pest. basically, there is no 100 percent man. we are all run through with various madnesses and uglinesses that we ourselves are not aware of but that everybody else is aware of. how ya gonna keep us down on the farm?

morning, it touches the nerves quickly as if we were already in the hunter's sights. the body yawns and stretches in the light. the pilgrimage is about to begin.

I wanted the whole world or nothing.     6

I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything.

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. (...) Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.

There is nothing more magic and beautiful than lines forming across paper. It's all there is. It's all there ever was.

esse cara é legal. ele se matou e a seu pai, sua mãe, e à mulher, mas não atirou nos três filhos nem no cachorro. um dos melhores poetas desde Baudelaire

blood money blood money my god they must think I love this like the others but it's for bread and beer and rent blood money

this then will be my destiny: scrabbling for pennies in dark tiny halls reading poems I have long since become tired of. and I used to think that men who drove buses or cleaned out latrines or murdered men in alleys were fools.

it wasn't enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.