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People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.Charles Bukowski
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It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sunCharles Bukowski
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That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.Charles Bukowski
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Jan was an excellent fuck...she had a tight pussy and she took it like it was a knife that was killing her.Charles Bukowski
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You bitch, " I whispered, "I love you." Then I came.Charles Bukowski
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If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.Charles Bukowski
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She was perfect, pure maddening sex, and she knew it, and she played on it, dripped it, and allowed you to suffer for it.Charles Bukowski
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I´ve given you my time. Its all I´ve got to give - its all any man has. And for a pitiful buck and a quarter an hour.Charles Bukowski
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I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.Charles Bukowski
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Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.Charles Bukowski
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Yes?’ he asked, looking at me over the sheet.‘ I’m a writer temporarily down on my inspirations.’‘ Oh, a writer, eh?’‘ Yes.’‘ Are you sure?’‘ No, I’m not.’‘ What do you write?’‘ Short stories mostly. And I’m halfway through a novel.’‘ A novel, eh?’‘ Yes.’‘ What’s the name of it?’‘” The Leaky Faucet of My Doom.”‘‘Oh, I like that. What’s it about?’‘ Everything.’‘ Everything? You mean, for instance, it’s about cancer?’‘ Yes.’‘ How about my wife?’‘ She’s in there too.Charles Bukowski