About Charles Bukowski: Henry Charles Bukowski was a German-born American poet, novelist, and short story writer.
nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses...
I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.
a life can change in a tenth of a second. or sometimes it can take 70 years.
(the whole world is at the throat of the world, everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated, everybody is despondent, disillusioned.) I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards of happiness.
sleeping in the rain helps me forget things like I am going to die and you are going to die and the cats are going to die but it's still good to stretch out and know you have arms and feet and a head, hands, all the parts, even eyes to close once mor...
I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.
I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.
the people are the biggest horror show on earth, have been for centuries.
The Laughing Heart your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you ch...
Don't you go to the movies?" "Mostly just to eat popcorn in the dark.
I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.
Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities.
To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.
Life's as kind as you let it be.
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light
There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. D.H. Lawrence had known that. You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by. Old D.H. had known something. His buddy Huxley was just an intellectual fidget, but ...
Where had they learned to converse and to dance? I couldn't converse or dance. Everybody knew something I didn't know. The girls looked so good, the boys so handsome. I would be too terrified to even look at one of those girls, let alone be close to ...
Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.
If you can hit a guy once, you can hit him twice.
