Best 4 quotes of Bukowski on MyQuotes

He didn't speak. He croaked. And when he croaked, he didn't say much. He was neither liked nor disliked. He was just there. His face had wrinkled into strange runs and mounds of unattractive flesh. No light shone from his face.

I felt like a still live fish on ice in a butcher’s counter on Friday morning. - On Cats

The cat is the beutiful devil. And here we can use the word, even without the “a.” - from a Dec. 21 1960, a letter to Sheri Martinelli "On Cats

The factories, the jails, the drunken days and nights, the hospitals have weakened and shaken me like a mouse in the mouth of a hip-cat: life. - from an Aug. 1965 letter to Jim Roman "On Cats