Quotes from Charles Bukowski

La gente debe encontrar cosas que hacer mientras espera la muerte.

Sus ojos, muy abiertos, temblaban, pero sin miedo, sin vacilación. Aquellos ojos: lo dejaban entrar y salir todo. Ella era animal, y humana.

do you drink because you are afraid of life? the interviewer asked. disgusted with life is more like it, said the writer, and with you.

My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, so if death is imminent, it is so much better to be killed by a lover.

As I began to drink alone I found my company more than satisfactory.

It was going to be alright. At last. For a while.

I had read that more people committed suicide on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day than at any other time. The holiday had little or nothing to do with the Birth of Christ, apparently.

Por muy pequeño que sea un hombre, siempre descubrirá que puede serlo más.

Bedno sam se ose?ao što ne mogu da ga hvalim bez rezerve. Ali ako lažeš ?oveka o njegovom talentu samo zato što sedi prekoputa tebe, to je najneoprostivija od svih laži, jer ga podsti?e da produži sa tim, da nastavi, što je najgori na?in za ?oveka bez istinskog talenta da stra?i svoj život. Mnogi ljudi baš to i ?ine, uglavnom prijatelji i ro?aci.

Something else is hurting you - that's why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think

we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it

Dostoyevsky crucified on the roulette wheel with Christ on his mind

Estoy muy tranquilo y escucho, pero por debajo hay un hervor inmenso de locura que hay que cuidar en último término o acabaré pegándome un tiro, algún día.

pitäkää te pojat neitsyenne antakaa minulle kuumia korkeakorkoisia vanhoja naisia joiden perseet unohtivat vanheta

People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.

Pero, ¿qué demonios saca un hombre de pensar? Sólo problemas.

I've got to get back to the typewriter, I thought. Art takes discipline. Any asshole can chase a skirt. I drank, thinking about it. At

I had this place in back, even had my own garden, planted all kinds of tulips, which grew, beautifully and amazingly. I had the green hand. I had the green money. what system I had devised I can no longer remember, but it was working and I wasn't and that's a pleasant enough way to live.

she is dark, she is dark she is reading about God. I am God.

shock, shock, lord, lord, the factories. the wasted days, the days without meaning, the days of bosses and idiots, and the slow and brutal clock.

the generals and the doctors may kill us but we have won.

loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude.

in fact," I told her, "I am a genius but nobody knows it but me.

Once she had been a little girl, someday she would be dead, but now she was showing me her upper legs.