About Charles Bukowski: Henry Charles Bukowski was a German-born American poet, novelist, and short story writer.
Sento ancora la follia scorrermi dentro, ma ancora non ho scritto le parole che avrei voluto, la tigre mi è rimasta sulla schiena. Morirò con addosso quella figlia di puttana, ma almeno le ho dato battaglia. E se fra voi c'è qualcuno che si sente ...
Without literature, life is hell.
there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.
People need me. I fill them. If they can't see me for a while they get desperate, they get sick. But if I see them too often I get sick. It's hard to feed without getting fed.
The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn’t care
Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right." "Sam," I say, "that's not true; I am one of God's most lonely men.
That's your response to everything: drink?" "No, that's my response to nothing.
Nessuno trova mai la persona giusta.
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? Bu...
Find what you love and let it kill you.
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 semp...
Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.
There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything. You have to find out by what happens to you, how you will react. I’ll have to use a strange term here… “good.” I don...
Music is much like fucking, but some composers can't climax and others climax too often, leaving themselves and the listener jaded and spent.
agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.
beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone
There is a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out.
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die,
the best part was pulling down the shades stuffing the doorbell with rags putting the phone in the refrigerator and going to bed for 3 or 4 days. and the next best part was nobody ever missed me.
Yeah? Well, if there's anything worse than a whore it's a bore.
