Quotes from Charles Bukowski

Ricorderò la tua piccola stanza, la sensazione di te, la luce nella finestra, i tuoi dischi, i tuoi libri, il nostro caffè al mattino, i nostri pomeriggi, le nostre notti, i nostri corpi attaccati, il piccolo flusso di energia, immediato e per sempre. Le tue gambe, le mie gambe, le tue braccia, le mie braccia, il tuo sorriso ed il tuo calore quando mi facevi ridere ancora.

Con la gente, solo encontré a los vivos que ahora estaban muertos; en los libros, en la música clásica.

if you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence

There is a space in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker than the candle's reach and we will forget you

They were beautiful nothings" ? Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

and this being mixed in with a minor intellectualism confused me somewhat

I don't write out of knowledge. When the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this. That's why my number's listed.

I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.

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.

He visto últimamente demasiados intelectuales. Estoy harto ya de esos genios insignes que tienen que soltar diamantes cada vez que abren la boca. Estoy harto de luchar por cada espacio de aire libre para la mente. Por eso estuve apartado de todos tanto tiempo, y ahora, al volver a ver a la gente, descubro que debo volver a mi cueva, hay otras cosas además de la mente: hay insectos, y palmeras y pimenteros de mesa, y yo tendré un pimentero de mesa en mi cueva, para reírme.

I thought about Nietzsche. There we were: a German stallion and a Jewish mare. The fatherland would adore me.

the best writers have said very little and the worst, far too much.

We must be patient with the gods they like to have fun they like to play with us. they like to test us. they like to tell us that we are weak and stupid, that we are finished. the gods need to be amused. we are their toys.

just waiting is the worst. nothing worse than waiting just waiting. always hated to wait. what's there about waiting that's so intolerable? —like you're waiting for me to finish this poem and I don't know exactly how so I won't. —so, if you happen to read this in a magazine or a book just rip the page out tear it up and that's the graceful way to end this poem once and for all.

Barney, when a man gets old enough, trapped enough, hungry enough, weary enough — he'll suck dick, tit, eat shit to stay alive; either that or suicide. the human race ain't got it, man. it's a bad crowd.

I need more balance, a more distanced perspective. I should accept what is. nightmares are a part of existence.

the Definition of Life is Trouble.

Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred

Maybe I should have slammed her? How did a man know what to do? Generally, I decided, it was better to wait, if you had any feeling for the individual. If you hated her right off, it was better to fuck her right off; if you didn't, it was better to wait, then fuck her and hate her later on.

play the piano she says it's not good for you not to write.

He had nothing, and he found out that having nothing was difficult too.

some men never die and some men never live but

Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.