Quotes From "Play The Piano Drunk Like A Percussion Instrument Until The Fingers Begin To Bleed A Bit" By Charles Bukowski

I care for you, darling, I love you, the only reason I fucked L. is because you fucked Z. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N.and because you fucked N. I had to fuck Y. But I think of you constantly, I feel youhere in my belly like a baby, love I'd call it, no matter what happens I'd call it love, and soyou fucked C. and then before I could moveyou fucked W., so I had to fuck D. ButI want you to know that I love you, I think of youconstantly, I don't think I've ever loved anybodylike I love you. Charles Bukowski

I like to prowl ordinary places. I feel sorry for us all or glad for us allcaught alive togetherand awkward in that way.there's nothing better than the jokeof usthe seriousness of usthe dullness of us Charles Bukowski

I have, he went on, betrayed myself withbelief, deluded myself with lovetricked myself with sex.the bottle is damned faithful, he said, the bottle will not lie Charles Bukowski

For meobedience to another is the decayof self Charles Bukowski

Love needs too much help, he said.hate takes care of itself. Charles Bukowski

Hate contains truth. beauty is a facade. Charles Bukowski

The lies of centuries, the lies of love, the lies of Socrates and Blake and Christwill be your bedmates and tombstonesin a death that will never end. Charles Bukowski

For meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our differencesunder one lawdegrades each self. Charles Bukowski

I've learned to feel good when I feel good.it's better to be driven around in a red porschethan to ownone. the luck of the fool is inviolate. Charles Bukowski