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By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said: I love you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles Bukowski

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Charles Bukowski

You think of killing him on the spot but discard that thought and leave, down into the urine-stinking elevator, they have you crucified too, America at work, where they rip out your intestines and your brain and your will and your spirit. They suck you dry, then throw you away. The capitalist system. The work ethic. The profit motive. The memory of your father’s words, “work hard and you’ll be appreciated.” of course, only if you make much more for them than they pay you.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can't vent any anger against them. I only feel this appalling sadness. Somewhere, in their upbringing, they were shielded against the total facts of our existence. They were only taught to look one way when many ways exist.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Charles Bukowski

The Genius Of The Crowd there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have love beware the preachers beware the knowers beware those who are always reading books beware those who either detest poverty or are proud of it beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfect like a shining diamond like a knife like a mountain like a tiger like hemlock their finest art

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand - and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and you'll be standing, drunk, in the center of it and she'll ask: my god, what's the matter? and you'll answer: I don't know, I don't know.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Mëso të mos e shkatërrosh me fjalë atë çfarë ke ndërtuar me heshtje.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Charles Bukowski

when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when you're old it's just a pair of shoes without anybody in them and just as well.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They fear failure so much that they fail. They are too conditioned, too used to being told what to do. It begins with the family, runs through school and goes into the business world.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Christmas poem to a man in jail hello Bill Abbott: I appreciate your passing around my books in jail there, my poems and stories. if I can lighten the load for some of those guys with my books, fine. but literature, you know, is difficult for the average man to assimilate (and for the unaverage man too); I don't like most poetry, for example, so I write mine the way I like to read it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Charles Bukowski

no te precipites. si existe la luz ella misma dará contigo.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?

By Anonym 17 Sep

Charles Bukowski

my garden in the sun and in the rain and in the day and in the night pain is a flower pain is flowers blooming all the time.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I never understood society. i undersand that it works somehow and that it functions as a reality and that its realities are necessary to keep us from worse realities. but all i sense are that are plenty of police and jails and judges and laws and that what is meant to protect me is breaking me down.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Charles Bukowski

she likes that and I like it too because to/make a thing true all you've/got to do is believe

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I like to prowl ordinary places. I feel sorry for us all or glad for us all caught alive together and awkward in that way. there's nothing better than the joke of us the seriousness of us the dullness of us

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Charles Bukowski

No estoy metido en ninguna competición con nadie, ni pienso en la inmortalidad; me importa un carajo todo eso. Es la ACCIÓN mientras estás vivo.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I think a man can keep on drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer...I like drunkards, man, because drunkards, they come out of it, and they're sick and they spring back, they spring back and forth...If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Charles Bukowski

some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you'll live ten times longer than if you have ten. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Czekając zabiłem 4 muchy. Cholera, śmierć czai się wszędzie.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

To me, nudity is a joke. I don't think nude people are very attractive at all. I like my women fully clothed. I like to imagine what might be under there. It might not be the standard thing. Imagine, stripping a woman down, and she has a body like a little submarine. With periscope, propellers, torpedoes. That would be the one for me. I'd marry her right off and be faithful to the end.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I found the best thing I could do was just to type away at my own work and let the dying die as they always have.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

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.