Quotes From "You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense" By Charles Bukowski

Beasts bounding through time. Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of medicinethe impossibility of being human Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his townthe impossibility of being human Burroughs killing his wife with a gun Mailer stabbing histhe impossibility of being human Maupassant going mad in a rowboat Dostoevsky lined up against a wall to be shot Crane off the back of a boat into the propellerthe impossibility Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato Harry Crosby leaping into that Black SunLorca murdered in the road by the Spanish troopsthe impossibility Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench Chatterton drinking rat poison Shakespeare a plagiarist Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafnessthe impossibility the impossibility Nietzsche gone totally madthe impossibility of being humanall too humanthis breathingin and outout and inthese punksthese cowardsthese championsthese mad dogs of glorymoving this little bit of light towardusimpossibly . Charles Bukowski

As long as there arehuman beings aboutthere is never going to beany peacefor any individualupon this earth (oranywhere elsethey mightescape to).all you can dois maybe grabten lucky minuteshereor maybe an hourthere.somethingis working toward youright now, and I mean youand nobody butyou. Charles Bukowski

Sometimes when everything seems atits worstwhen all conspiresand gnawsand the hours, days, weeksyearsseem wasted — stretched there upon my bedin the darklooking upward at the ceilingi get what many will consider anobnoxious thought:it’s still nice to be Bukowski. Charles Bukowski

The courage it took to get out of bed eachmorningto face the same thingsover and overwasenormous. Charles Bukowski

It does seemthe more we drinkthe better the wordsgo. Charles Bukowski

I feel no grief for being called somethingwhich I am not;in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a goodback rub Charles Bukowski

It is so dark now with the sadness ofpeoplethey were tricked, they were taught to expect theultimate when nothing ispromisednow young girls weep alone in small roomsold men angrily swing their canes atvisions asladies comb their hair asants search for survivalhistory surrounds usand our livesslink awayinshame. Charles Bukowski

We are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecuewe are unwanted and burning we are burning and unwanted we arean unwantedburningas we sizzle and fryto the bonethe coals of Dante's 'Inferno' spit and sputter beneathus andabove the sky is an open hand andthe words of wise men are uselessit's not a nice world, a nice world it's not ... Charles Bukowski

She wasn't veryinterestingbut few peopleare. Charles Bukowski

The price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis. Charles Bukowski

The world is better withoutthem.only the plants and the animals aretrue comrades. I drink to them and withthem. Charles Bukowski

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry. Charles Bukowski

There’s nothing todiscussthere’s nothing torememberthere’s nothing toforgetit’s sadand it’s notsadseems themost sensiblethinga person can doissitwith drink inhandas the wallswavetheir goodbyesmilesone comes throughit allwith a certain amount ofefficiency andbraverythenleavessome acceptthe possibility of Godto help themgetthroughotherstake itstaight onand to these I drink tonight. Charles Bukowski

There's no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity. Charles Bukowski

Darkness falls upon Humanityand faces become terriblethingsthat wanted more than therewas.all our days are marked withunexpectedaffronts - somedisastrous, othersless sobut the process iswearing andcontinuous.attrition rules.most givewayleavingempty spaceswhere people shouldbe.and nowas we ready to self-destructthere is very little left tokillwhich makes the tragedyless and moremuch muchmore. Charles Bukowski

Sometimes all we need to be able to continue aloneare the deadrattling the wallsthat close us in. Charles Bukowski

Regret is mostly caused by not havingdone anything. Charles Bukowski

Sometimes it's hard to knowwhat todo. Charles Bukowski

I found the best thing I could dowas just to type awayat my own workand let the dyingdieas they always have. Charles Bukowski

One doesn't even think ofthe liverand if the liverdoesn't think ofus, that'sfine. Charles Bukowski

When I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked theheartaway. Charles Bukowski

I didn't know who tobelievebutone thing I doknow: when a man islivingmany claim relationshipsthat are hardlysoand after he dies, well, then it's everybody'sparty. Charles Bukowski

As the shadows assumeshapes I fight the slowretreatnowmy once-promisedwindlingdwindlingnowlighting new cigarettespouring moredrinksit has been a beautifulfightstillis. Charles Bukowski

Now look, she said, stretched out on the bed, I don’t want anything personal, let’s just do it, I don’t want to get involved, got it? she kicked off her high-heeled shoes… sure, he said, standing there, let’s just pretend that we’ve already done it, there’s nothing less involved than that, is there? what the hell do you mean? she asked. I mean, he said, I’d rather drink anyhow. and he poured himself one. it was a lousy night in Vegas and he walked to the window and looked out at the dumb lights. you a fag? she asked, you a god damned fag? no, he said. you don’t have to get shitty,. . Charles Bukowski

Yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut Charles Bukowski

I am sad for the dead and I am sad for the livingbut not for my 5 cats Charles Bukowski

It doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horseor that the hummingbird is so seldomseenor that we are too senseless to goinsane.coffee. give us more of that NOTHINGcoffee. Charles Bukowski