take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning
Charles BukowskiIntellectuals say simple things in difficult ways. Artists say difficult things in simple ways.
Charles BukowskiBut my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself.
Charles Bukowskiyou boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.
Charles BukowskiThanksgiving. It proved you had survived another year with its wars, inflation, unemployment, smog, presidents. It was a grand neurotic gathering of clans: loud drunks, grandmothers, sisters, aunts, screaming children, would-be suicides. And don't forget indigestion. I wasn't different from anyone else: There sat the 18-pound bird on my sink, dead, plucked, totally disemboweled. Iris would roast it for me.
Charles Bukowski