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Do you hate people?" "I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around." --
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misanthropy
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If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, desp..
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laughter
loss
sacrifice
isolation
flame
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Charles Bukowski |
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My ambition is handicapped by laziness
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Charles Bukowski |
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You have to die a few times before you can really live.
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Charles Bukowski |
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That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.
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Charles Bukowski |
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I wanted the whole world or nothing.
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Charles Bukowski |
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there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. people so tired mutilated either by love or no love. people just are not good to each other one on one. the rich are not good to the rich the poor are not good to the poor. we are afraid. our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners. it hasn't told us about the gutters or the suicides. or the terror of one per..
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Charles Bukowski |
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there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late
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Charles Bukowski |
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Some lose all mind and become soul,insane.
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Charles Bukowski |
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I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
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Charles Bukowski |
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being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
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solitude
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Charles Bukowski |
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I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you
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Charles Bukowski |
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I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
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Charles Bukowski |
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the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
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Charles Bukowski |
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those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them
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Charles Bukowski |
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A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
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Charles Bukowski |
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there is a place in the heart tha
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death
inspirational
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Charles bukowski |
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There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
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Charles Bukowski |
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there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and
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inspirational
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Charles bukowski |
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It was true that I didn't have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the op..
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Charles Bukowski |
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We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into bars where people no longer speak to each other Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings Born into this Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
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Charles Bukowski |
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Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Back, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide,..
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philosophy
society
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Charles Bukowski |
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I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
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Charles Bukowski |
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People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.
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Charles Bukowski |
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I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.
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Charles Bukowski |
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there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock
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Charles Bukowski |
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Baby," I said, "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me."
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Charles Bukowski |
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you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.
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women
sex-appeal
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Charles Bukowski |
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there is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy
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Charles Bukowski |
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You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.
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Charles Bukowski |
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What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
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poverty
youth
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Charles Bukowski |
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Life's as kind as you let it be.
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truth
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Charles Bukowski |
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unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you.
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Charles Bukowski |
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great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that bastards like me can keep creating art, become immortal. if you read this after I am dead it means I made it.
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writing
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Charles Bukowski |
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I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.
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Charles Bukowski |
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she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty
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Charles Bukowski |
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Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.
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Charles Bukowski |
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Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.
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Charles Bukowski |
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I was sentimental about many things: a woman's shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, 'I'm going to pee.' hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes; the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the ai..
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Charles Bukowski |
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some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.
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poetry
writing
love
war-all-the-time
moments
nice
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Charles Bukowski |
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It wasn't my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
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Charles Bukowski |
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in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.
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Charles Bukowski |
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dogs and angels are not very far apart
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Charles Bukowski |
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I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.
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