Quotes About Provocation

If you hear a "prominent" economist using the word equilibrium , or normal distribution , do not argue with him; just ignore him, or try to put a rat down his shirt.

The house was so proud of itself that you wanted to make a lot of noise as you passed, and maybe even throw a rock or two.

I've always known that I had the happy facility of making enemies of any one I ever knew

What? Were you born stupid, or did you just die that way?

So is there a reason why you chose your robes to be the color of piss?

Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.

Sometimes you have to take the whole concept of Art and throw it out on its whore ass.

What's wrong with assholes, baby?

She seemed a bit crazy but I kept looking at her body and I didn't care.

and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed, shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,look, look at this! but they don't understand, they say something like,you say you've been influenced by Celine? no, I hold the cat up,by what happens, by things like this, by this, by this!

If you can hit a guy once, you can hit him twice.

What is your advice to young writers? Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes. What is your advice to older writers? If you're still alive, you don't need any advice. What is the impulse that makes you create a poem? What makes you take a shit?

Charles Bukowski

I make her leave on her stockings and high heels. I am a freak. I cannot bear the human being in present state, I must be fooled. the psychiatrists must have a word for it, and I have a word for the psychiatrists.

Zircoff, I said, put the tomatoes away. Piss, he said, I wish they were hand grenades.

I looked around for a fly to kill

What's the easiest fucking thing to take?" I asked him. "Journalism. Those journalism majors don't do anything." "O.K., I'll be a journalist.

On blue jean day everybody in town was supposed to wear blue jeans or get thrown in the lake. I put on my only suit and necktie and slowly, like Billy the Kid, with all eyes on me, I walked slowly through the town, looking in windows, stopping for cigars. I broke that town in half like a wooden match.

Brush your teeth with gasoline. Sleep all day and climb trees at night. Be a monk and drink buckshot and beer. Hold your head under water and play the violin. Do a belly dance before pink candles. Kill your dog. Run for mayor. Live in a barrel. Break your head with a hatchet. Plant tulips in the rain. But don't write any more poetry.

Yeah? Well, if there's anything worse than a whore it's a bore.

They kept chirping and flipping and fingering their mental assholes.

I went to the bathroom and masturbated—hard to kill a man like that with a Bomb?

Walking out with the people, I didn't know which was more exciting, the air race, the parachute jump that failed, or the cunt.

my god, they will say, all Chinaski writes about are cats! my god, they used to say, all Chinaski writes about are whores! the complainers will complain and keep buying my books: they love the way I irritate them.