41 Quotes About Bukowski

Yes Yeswhen God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants that was average when God created hate we had a standard utility when God created me He created me when God created the monkey He was asleep when He created the giraffe He was drunk when He created narcotics He was high and when He created suicide He was low when He created you lying in bed He knew what He was doing He was drunk and He was high and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time He made some mistakes but when He created you lying in bed He came all over His Blessed Universe. Charles Bukowski

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain. 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

There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets.. . when you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through. Charles Bukowski

The first place smelled like work, so I took the second Charles Bukowski

That's ONE thing that's wrong with intellectuals and writers - they don't feel a hell of a lot except their own comfort or their own pain. which is normal but shitty. 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

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

Whether I was a genius or not did not so much concern me as the fact that I simply did not want a part of anything. The animal-drive and energy of my fellow man amazed me: that a man could change tires all day long or drive an ice cream truck or run for Congress or cut into a man's guts in surgery or murder, this was all beyond me. I did not want to begin. I still don't. Any day I that I could cheat away from this system of living seemed a good victory for me. Charles Bukowski

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first. Charles Bukowski

And it seems people should not build houses anymoreit seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floorsunder electric lightswithout shades;it seems there is a lot to forgetand a lot not to doand in drugstores, markets, bars, the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at nightand look through this house and the house does not want to be built Charles Bukowski

Yawn..I believe that I love sleepmuch more than anybody I’ve evermet. I have the ability to sleep for2 or 3 days andnights. I will go to bed at any givenmoment. I often confused my girlfriendsthis way–say it would be about onethirtyin the afternoon:“well, I’m going to bed now, I’mgoing to sleep…”most of them wouldn’t mind, theywould go to bed with methinking I was hinting forsexbut I would just turn my backand snore off.this, of course, could explainwhy so many of my girlfriendsleft me.as for doctors, they were neverany help:“listen, I have this desire togo to bed and sleep, almost allthe time.what is wrong withme?”“do you get enough exercise?”“yes…”“are you getting enoughnourishment?”“yes…”they always handed me aprescriptionwhich I threw awaybetween the office and theparking lot.it’s a curious maladybecause I can’t sleep between6 p.m. and midnight.it must occur aftermidnightand when I ariseit can never bebefore noon.and should the phone ringsay at 10:30 a.m. I go into a mad ragedon’t even ask who the callerisscream into thephone: “WHAT ARE YOUCALLING ME FOR AT THISHOUR! ”hangup…every person, I suppose, hastheir eccentricitiesbut in an effort to benormalin the world’seyethey overcome themand thereforedestroy theirspecial calling. I’ve kept mineand do believe thatthey have lent generously tomy existence. I think it’s the main reason Idecided to become awriter: I can typeanytime andsleepwhen I damn wellplease. Charles Bukowski

And love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon. 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

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

Are there good governments and bad governments? No, there are only bad governments and worse governments. Charles Bukowski

We’ve all heard that little woman who says, “Oh, it’s terrible what these young people do to themselves, in my lsi other drugs, is a terrible thing”. Then you look, the woman who speaks in this way: you have no eyes, no teeth, no brains, no soul, no ass, no mouth, no warmth, no spirit, nothing, just a stick… and avran made â€â€¹â€â€¹you wonder how to reduce it in that state teas and pastries and the church. Charles Bukowski

To ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you, something else is hurting you - that's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think, or madhouses or mechanical cunts or 162 baseball games in a season. or vietnam or israel or the fear of spiders. your love washing her yellow false teeth in the sink before you screw. Charles Bukowski

Genius could be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way, or even to say a simple thing in a simpler way. Charles Bukowski