Few beautiful women were willing to indicate in public that they belonged to someone. I had known enough women to realize this. I accepted them for what they were and love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons. One simply became tired of holding back love and let it go because it needed some place to go. Then, usually, there was trouble.
Charles BukowskiEach man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.
Charles BukowskiI am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here.
Charles Bukowskithere 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
Charles BukowskiThe centuries are sprinkled with rare magic with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us
Charles Bukowskiin the cupboard sits my bottle like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot at a symphony, sunlight and maddened birds are everywhere, the phone rings gamboling its sound against the odds of the crooked sea; I drink deeply and evenly now, I drink to paradise and death and the lie of love.
Charles Bukowski