Quotes from Charles Bukowski

The writing arrives when it wants to. There is nothing you can do about it. You can't squeeze more writing out of the living than is there. Any attempt to do so creates a panic in the soul, diffuses and jars the line.

I'm sick and I'm tired and I don't know where to go or what to do. well, at lunchtime we all ride down the elevator together making jokes and laughing and eating the recooked food; first they buy it then they fry it then they reheat it then they sell it, can't be a germ left in there or a vitamin either.

Writing poems is not difficult, living them is.

he gabbles about the Arts until I hate the Arts

Yeah, jobs, just for the rent and some food in your belly so you can come back and let them rape your hours, your life, you.

things are so easily lost. things just can't be kept forever. I

the difference between Art and Life is that Art is more bearable

La bondad podía encontrarse a veces en el centro del infierno.

The total ugliness and indifference of the worst features of the human race come out in their driving habits.

I got into the car and began cruising up and down the streets looking for a For Rent sign. It didn't seem to be an unusual thing to do.

Getting out of bed in the morning was the same as facing the blank wall of the Universe.

I don't think I was insane but many of the insane think that but i think now if anything saved me it was the avoidance of the crowd

that's just what happens when the words carry you and you forget the human side. Writers are all bastards, trying to knock off each other or some editor, or they, like I, throw dirt on the dying. I hate my guts.

So rude the flowers that grow and do not grow beautiful.

I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me.

but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own

Dinosauria, we born

I felt that even the sun belonged to my father, that I had no right to it because it was shining upon my father's house. I was like his roses, something that belonged to him and not to me.

the people come into the bar night after night for the same old show which he will one day end alone blowing his brains to the walls. the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.

having been born into this strange life we must accept the wasted gamble of our days and take some satisfaction in the plea sure of leaving it all behind. cry

Time drunk and damp, everything burning, everything wet, everything fine.

Remember what the pros say, "If you've got to lose, lose in front.

and soon we realized that we were all lying, not exactly lying but mostly

we each at times should remember the most elevated and lucky moment of our lives.