Charles Bukowski

Poet, Novelist, Short Story Writer, And Columnist

August 16, 1920 - March 9, 1994

August 16, 1920 - March 9, 1994

Poet, Novelist, Short Story Writer, And Columnist


134 Greatest Quotes By Charles Bukowski

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence. Charles Bukowski
Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it. Charles Bukowski
and gamblers are dry and empty souls, their hearts have been sucked dry, there's no music in their walk, they are colorless and condemned. Charles Bukowski
I sat down and found half a dead cigar in the ashtray. I lit it up, took a drag, gagged. Tried it again. Not too bad. Charles Bukowski
The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich. Charles Bukowski
In my work, as a writer, I only photograph, in words, what I see. Charles Bukowski
We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar. Charles Bukowski
I can relax with bums because I am a bum. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don't like to be shaped by society. Charles Bukowski
Walking out with the people, I didn't know which was more exciting, the air race, the parachute jump that failed, or the cunt. Charles Bukowski
We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us. Charles Bukowski
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. Charles Bukowski
she likes that and I like it too because to/make a thing true all you've/got to do is believe. Charles Bukowski
Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone. Charles Bukowski
Between the ages of fifteen and twenty-four, I must have read a whole library. Charles Bukowski
My love is a hummingbird sitting that quiet moment on the bough, as the same cat crouches. Charles Bukowski
What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman. Charles Bukowski
She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something. Charles Bukowski
It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well. Charles Bukowski
there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day. Charles Bukowski
My writing is jagged and harsh, I want it to remain that way; I don't want it smoothed out. Charles Bukowski
I just sit here and look at my hands. It is one of my better evenings. Yesterday I was very depressed. Charles Bukowski
she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind. Charles Bukowski
If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. Charles Bukowski
Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse? Charles Bukowski
We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care. Charles Bukowski
There's no point in writing my kind of stuff, when they're printing that kind of stuff. So I gave up and started drinking. Charles Bukowski
Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around. Charles Bukowski
the first place smelled like work, so I took the second. Charles Bukowski
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be? Charles Bukowski
It's only when things are not going too badly for a while that we forget. Charles Bukowski
News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens. Charles Bukowski
Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities. Charles Bukowski
So tired you want to quit, then you get more tired, and forget to quit. Charles Bukowski
If you have the ability to love, love yourself first. Charles Bukowski
The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act. Charles Bukowski
All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't. Charles Bukowski
People are not good to each other. Perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad. Charles Bukowski
Some people like what you do, some people hate what you do, but most people simply don't give a damn. Charles Bukowski
The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal and torture and damnation. Charles Bukowski
Are you becoming what you've always hated? Charles Bukowski
being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right. Charles Bukowski
there is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy. Charles Bukowski
My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me. Charles Bukowski
You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics. Charles Bukowski
I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life. Charles Bukowski
Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself. Charles Bukowski
That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it. Charles Bukowski
Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them, the better I feel. Two miles is great; two thousand miles is beautiful. Charles Bukowski
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there. Charles Bukowski
If we can laugh, fine. And if we’ve got to cry, we’ve got to cry. 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
My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people. Charles Bukowski