Charles Bukowski Quotes

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.

Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.

Hemingway and Saroyan had the line, the magic of it. The problem was that Hemingway didn't know how to laugh and Saroyan was filled with sugar.

There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

as the spirit wanes the form appears

That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

Angels, we have grown apart.