Charles Bukowski

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Early evening traffic was beginning to clog the avenue with cars. The sun slanted down behind him. Harry glanced at the drivers of the cars. They seemed unhappy. The world was unhappy. People were in the dark. People were terrified and disappointed. People were caught in traps. People were defensive and frantic. They felt as if their lives were being wasted. And they were right.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Dark
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A spark can set a whole forest on fire. Just a spark. Save it.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Fire
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New Year's Eve always terrifies me.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: New Year
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we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Listening
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That was the trouble with being a writer, that was the main trouble—leisure time, excessive leisure time. You had to wait around for the buildup until you could write and while you were waiting you went crazy, and while you were going crazy you drank and the more you drank the crazier you got.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Crazy
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The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Being Alone
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life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Pain
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Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Sleep
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human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Thinking
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...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Struggle
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There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Flower
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if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Crazy
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it's good to have things done with when they don't work it's also good not to hate or even forget the person you've failed with.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Hate
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I give you soul. I give you wisdom and light and music and a bit of laughter. Also, I am the world's greatest horseplayer.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Laughter
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Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Beautiful
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It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Drink
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When you clean up a city, you destroy it.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Cities
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the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Hands
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They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Country
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sometimes there's nothing to say about death.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Sometimes
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Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Bathroom
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The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Kindness
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Once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own tail, it swallowed and swallowed until it got halfway round, and there it stopped and there it stayed, it was stuffed with its own self. Some fix, that. We only have ourselves to go on, and it's enough.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Dream
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I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Mirrors
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My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Heart
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There is light somewhere.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Light
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Few beautiful women were willing to indicate in public that they belonged to someone. I had known enough women to realize this. I accepted them for what they were and love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons. One simply became tired of holding back love and let it go because it needed some place to go. Then, usually, there was trouble.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Beautiful
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...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Heart
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Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Beer
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writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Writing
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I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Taken
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It's better to do a dull thing with style than a dangerous thing without it.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Style
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No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Men
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I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Sad
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I am a series of small victories and large defeats.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Victory
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It’s the order of things: each one gets a taste of honey then the knife.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Order
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Thanksgiving. It proved you had survived another year with its wars, inflation, unemployment, smog, presidents. It was a grand neurotic gathering of clans: loud drunks, grandmothers, sisters, aunts, screaming children, would-be suicides. And don't forget indigestion. I wasn't different from anyone else: There sat the 18-pound bird on my sink, dead, plucked, totally disemboweled. Iris would roast it for me.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Thanksgiving
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My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Crazy
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I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like the way they walked or looked or talked, but I didn't like my mother or father either. I still had the feeling of being surrounded by white empty space. There was always a slight nausea in my stomach.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Mother
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Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: People
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What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Sex
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We are hardly ever as strong as that which we create.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Strong
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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.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Real
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Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Poetry Is
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I would say that Mickey Mouse has a greater influence on the American public than Shakespeare, Milton, Dante, Rabelais, Shostakovitch, Lenin, and/or Van Gogh. Which says 'What?' about the American Public. Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Reality
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American women drove hard bargains and the ended up looking the worst for it. The few natural American women left were mostly in Texas and Louisiana.
- Charles Bukowski
Collection: Texas