Quotes from Charles Bukowski

You say you often feel this madness. what do you do when it comes upon you? I write poetry. is poetry madness? non- poetry is madness. what is madness? madness is ugliness. what is ugly? to each man, something different

I took the salt and pepper, seasoned the broth, broke the crackers into it, and spooned it into my illness.

we were made to accomplish the easy things and made to live through the things that are hard.

these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly. Excerpt From: Charles Bukowski. "You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense." iBooks.

The whole earth was nothing but mouths and assholes swallowing and shitting, and fucking.

That poor organic turkey had had a rough Christmas.

Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them, the better I feel. Two miles is great; two thousand miles is beautiful.

We only have ourselves to go on, and it's enough

You know, sometimes if a man doesn't believe in what he is doing he can do a much more interesting job because he isn't emotionally caught up in his Cause.

arabas?na doÄŸru yürüdü. kap?y? kapatt?m. ne istediÄŸini biliyordu ve o ben deÄŸildim. bu tür çok kad?n tan?yordum.

Well," I said to Sara, "it ain't been a bad year. Nobody murdered me." "And you're still able to drink every night and get up at noon every day." "If I can just hold out another year.

you never get a chance to explain to him that when a man puts that uniform on that he is the paid protector of things of the present time. he is here to see that things stay the way they are. if you like the way things are, then all cops are good cops. if you don't like the way things are, then all cops are bad cops.

You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody.

in the most decent sometimes sun there is the softsmoke feeling from urns and the canned sound of old battleplanes and if you go inside and run your finger along the window ledge you'll find dirt, maybe even earth. and if you look out the window there will be the day, and as you get older you'll keep looking keep looking sucking your tongue in a little ah ah no no maybe some do it naturally some obscenely everywhere.

It made me feel low that I couldn't praise him without reservation. But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the most unforgivable lie of them all, because that was telling him to go on, to continue which was the worst way for a man without real talent to waste his life, finally. But many people did just that, friends and relatives mostly.

Ka?dy z nas szuka jakiejÅ› ucieczki. Godziny wlokÄ… siÄ™ jedna za drugÄ…, trzeba je czymÅ› zapeÅ'ni? a? do Å›mierci. Zbyt maÅ'o jest rzeczy piÄ™knych i wzniosÅ'ych, ?eby siÄ™ chciaÅ'o czÅ'owiekowi pcha? ten wózek. Ka?da rzecz po krótkim czasie brzydnie i obumiera. Budzimy siÄ™ rano, wysuwamy nogÄ™ spod koÅ'dry, stawiamy na podÅ'odze i myÅ›limy: kurwa, co by tu dalej?

Saçmal?k, yaÅŸamak, beklemek, aramak.DüÅŸünmekten beynim aÄŸr?yordu. Bir kere a??k olmuÅŸtum, ilk gençlik rüyalar?m? görmeye baÅŸlad???m y?llarda. Irene bizim yan?m?zdaki evde yaÅŸard?.Onun yan?nda kalbim zonklard?. Sonra en yak?n arkada??mla k?rlara gittiler.O gün vazgeçtim sevmekten.

It felt good not to be part of that sort of thing. 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. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.

to ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you, something else is hurting you – that's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think.

by?em przeciwnikiem wojen dawno temu, w czasach gdy nie by?o to popularne ani modne...

I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn't like what I saw down there.

You can't get blood out of a fucking turnip!

Love… Is like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.

these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.