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Charles Bukowski quotes

American Author, Writer, Poet August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994

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Parker had a young white boy with him-one of the neurotic tribe of the lost- and the kid's eyes were filled with wet layers of tears. One big tear in each eye. They did not drop out. It was fascinating. I had seen women sit and look at me with those same eyes before they got mad and started screaming about what a son of a bitch I was. Charles Bukowski
I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideas. Kennedy himself was 9/10ths the way around the clock or he wouldn't have accepted such an enervating and enfeebling job -- meaning President of the United States of America. How can I be concerned with the murder of... Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski quote: "the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime..."
the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all. Charles Bukowski
Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else. Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski quote: "They were beautiful nothings"
They were beautiful nothings Charles Bukowski
I’ve come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I’m not kidding, it’s over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. She pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. We go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and her hands feel up to her elbows no further. Charles Bukowski
there was something aboutthat city, thoughit didn't let me feel guiltythat I had no feeling for thethings so many othersneeded. it let me alone. sitting up in my bedthe lights out, hearing the outsidesounds, lifting my cheapbottle of wine, letting the warmth ofthe grapeentermeas I heard the ratsmoving about theroom, I preferred themtohumans. being lost, being crazy maybeis not so badif you can bethat wayundisturbed. New Orleans gave methat. nobody ever calledmy name. Charles Bukowski
dear J: I feel lucky that I didn’t fuck you the first time we met in Houston, but luckier that I didn’t fuck you the last time we met in San Francisco. this is the answer to your letter even though I don’t know if you’ll ever read it. the words are yours but I’ll get credit for the poem. you see, it could never have worked, the way I am. B. Charles Bukowski
I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering. Charles Bukowski
It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you. Charles Bukowski
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behindcan never quite understand why anybodywould ever want to get away from them Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski quote: "The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed..."
The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page. 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
I read my books at night, like that, under the quilt with the overheated reading lamp. Reading all those good lines while suffocating. It was magic. Charles Bukowski
I had decided against religion a couple of years back. If it were true, it made fools out of people, or it drew fools. And if it weren't true, the fools were all the more foolish. What I need is a good doctor, I thought. You either lived or died. Charles Bukowski

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