About Charles Bukowski: Henry Charles Bukowski was a German-born American poet, novelist, and short story writer.
I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.
Life wore a man out, wore a man thin. Tomorrow would be a better day.
I am sick with caring.
There is always somebody about to ruin your day, if not your life.
Hell, I'd even failed with women. Three wives. Nothing really wrong each time. It all got destroyed by petty bickering. Railing about nothing. Getting pissed-off over anything and everything. Day by day, year by year, grinding. Instead of helping eac...
I needed a vacation. I needed 5 women. I needed to get the wax out of my ears. My car needed an oil change. I'd failed to file my damned income tax. One of the stems had broken off of my reading glasses. There were ants in my apartment. I needed to g...
Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work
Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.
I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.
I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?
It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.
crawled like a blind slug into the web
great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that bastards like me can keep creating art, become immortal. if you read this after I am dead it means I made it.
I went over to see Marina two or three or four times a week. I knew as long as I could see the girl I would be all right…. Soon after, I got a letter from Fay. She and the child were living in a hippie commune in New Mexico. It was a nice place, sh...
Courage comes from the belly - all else is desperation.
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what -- I said, "Look, baby, I'm sorry, but don't you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, let's give it up. Let's just lay around and m...
MR. JONSTONE IS A FINE MAN! Don't be silly. He's an obvious sadist, I said.
Any damn fool can beg up some kind of job; it takes a wise man to make it without working.
The dead do not need aspirin or sorrow, I suppose. but they might need rain. not shoes but a place to walk. not cigarettes, they tell us, but a place to burn. or we're told: space and a place to fly might be the same. the dead don't need me. nor do t...
