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178f392	I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.		Charles Bukowski
6a4655a	maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't		Charles Bukowski
f8770da	But now and then, a woman walks up, full blossom, a woman just bursting out of her dress...a sex creature, a curse, the end of it all.		Charles Bukowski
7619020	if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth	so-you-want-to-be-a-writer	Charles Bukowski
bc27d81	What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.	women sexes	Charles Bukowski
2acefe2	purple does something strange to me		Charles Bukowski
581b91c	love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.		Charles Bukowski
09f3b9a	If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.		Charles Bukowski
b88c7a3	Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these fuckers for the rest of my life, I thought.	misanthropy	Charles Bukowski
8b13f68	when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my	poem courage poetry pets	Charles Bukowski
9173706	What is your advice to young writers?" "Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes."	irony sex writing funny humor bukowski smoke alcohol cigarettes authors ironic writing-process drink writers sarcasm	Charles Bukowski
3e1ff4b	Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.		Charles Bukowski
8c3a0b8	I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn't happen. your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray.		Charles Bukowski
f5bdecb	That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.		Charles Bukowski
d4a47da	After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what -- I said, "Look, baby, I'm sorry, but don't you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, let's give it up. Let's just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let's go to the zoo. Let's look at animals. Let's drive down and look at the ocean. It's only 45 minutes. Let's play games in the arcades. Let's go to ..	love	Charles Bukowski
013cc34	some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.	poetry life	Charles Bukowski
766b396	I hope that death contains less than this.		Charles Bukowski
8150c1a	I think I need a drink.' 'Almost everybody does only they don't know it.		Charles Bukowski
270e514	regret is mostly caused by not having done anything.	poem poetry death life love truth regret regrets	Charles Bukowski
1e11782	I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible---		charles bukowski
f34e9a0	I feel strangely normal.		Charles Bukowski
f9bea01	Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.		Charles Bukowski
5f450c8	Love breaks my		Charles Bukowski
41d26a4	and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the clowns, the half-wits, the cheaters, the whores, the horseplayers, the bankrobbers, the poets ... are interesting?		Charles Bukowski
bf08700	I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,		Charles Bukowski
64dd414	To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can't sit still, move, or even go decently insane.	pain insanity	Charles Bukowski
664c2f4	The nights you fight best ar	inspirational	Charles Bukowski
08fc88c	I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them."		Charles Bukowski
41373a8	jan was an excellent fuck...she had a tight pussy and she took it like it was a knife that was killing her.		Charles Bukowski
f17c986	pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand -- and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and..		Charles Bukowski
63733ed	The nights you fight best are when all the weapons are pointed at you, when all the voices hurl their insults while the dream is being strangled. The nights you fight best are when reason gets kicked in the gut, when the chariots of gloom encircle you. The nights you fight best are when the laughter of fools fills the air, when the kiss of death is mistaken for love. The nights you fight best are when the game is fixed, when the crowd screa..		Charles Bukowski
664295b	I like women who haven't lived with too many men. I don't expect virginity but I simply prefer women who haven't been rubbed raw by experience. There is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk in their eyes in their laughter and in their gentle hearts. Women who have had too many men seem to choose the next one out of revenge rather than with feeling. When you play the field selfishly everything works agains..		Charles Bukowski
a14f0b2	when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we all agreed on the same thing; we'd all like to die fucking (although none of us had done any fucking) and now that we are hardly kids any longer we think more about how not to die and although we're ready most of us would prefer to do it alone under the sheets now that most of us have fucked our lives away.	kids sex poem poetry death life love bukowski growing-up die nostalgia	Charles Bukowski
eb622a6	in this room the hours of love still make shadows.		Charles Bukowski
a18a7bd	You are thirty minutes late." "Yes." "Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?" "No." "Why not, pray tell?" "Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral."		Charles Bukowski
7ddc562	What's genius? I don't know but I do know that the difference between a madman and a professional is that a pro does as well as he can within what he has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can't help doing.		Charles Bukowski
7e2d0d4	I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.	rain storm night	Charles Bukowski
5a99c04	I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there."		Charles Bukowski
79a7dbc	we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years		Charles Bukowski
3127a91	I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt		Charles Bukowski
2ba5195	It's so easy to be easy--if you let it.		Charles Bukowski
6c81301	be it peace or happines	poem inspirational	Charles Bukowski
7305ffa	having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.	struggle poem poetry death strength life love bukowski stronger strength-through-adversity	Charles Bukowski
1abedc2	I never felt right being alone; sometimes it felt good but it never felt right.		Charles Bukowski

178f392

I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.

Charles Bukowski

6a4655a

maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't

Charles Bukowski

f8770da

But now and then, a woman walks up, full blossom, a woman just bursting out of her dress...a sex creature, a curse, the end of it all.

Charles Bukowski

7619020

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth

so-you-want-to-be-a-writer

Charles Bukowski

bc27d81

What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.

women sexes

Charles Bukowski

2acefe2

purple does something strange to me

Charles Bukowski

581b91c

love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.

Charles Bukowski

09f3b9a

If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.

Charles Bukowski

b88c7a3

Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these fuckers for the rest of my life, I thought.

misanthropy

Charles Bukowski

8b13f68

when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my

poem courage poetry pets

Charles Bukowski

9173706

What is your advice to young writers?" "Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes."

irony sex writing funny humor bukowski smoke alcohol cigarettes authors ironic writing-process drink writers sarcasm

Charles Bukowski

3e1ff4b

Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.

Charles Bukowski

8c3a0b8

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn't happen. your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray.

Charles Bukowski

f5bdecb

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

Charles Bukowski

d4a47da

After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what -- I said, "Look, baby, I'm sorry, but don't you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, let's give it up. Let's just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let's go to the zoo. Let's look at animals. Let's drive down and look at the ocean. It's only 45 minutes. Let's play games in the arcades. Let's go to ..

love

Charles Bukowski

013cc34

some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.

poetry life

Charles Bukowski

766b396

I hope that death contains less than this.

Charles Bukowski

8150c1a

I think I need a drink.' 'Almost everybody does only they don't know it.

Charles Bukowski

270e514

regret is mostly caused by not having done anything.

poem poetry death life love truth regret regrets

Charles Bukowski

1e11782

I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible---

charles bukowski

f34e9a0

I feel strangely normal.

Charles Bukowski

f9bea01

Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.

Charles Bukowski

5f450c8

Love breaks my

Charles Bukowski

41d26a4

and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the clowns, the half-wits, the cheaters, the whores, the horseplayers, the bankrobbers, the poets ... are interesting?

Charles Bukowski

bf08700

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,

Charles Bukowski

64dd414

To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can't sit still, move, or even go decently insane.

pain insanity

Charles Bukowski

664c2f4

The nights you fight best ar

inspirational

Charles Bukowski

08fc88c

I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them."

Charles Bukowski

41373a8

jan was an excellent fuck...she had a tight pussy and she took it like it was a knife that was killing her.

Charles Bukowski

f17c986

pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand -- and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and..

Charles Bukowski

63733ed

The nights you fight best are when all the weapons are pointed at you, when all the voices hurl their insults while the dream is being strangled. The nights you fight best are when reason gets kicked in the gut, when the chariots of gloom encircle you. The nights you fight best are when the laughter of fools fills the air, when the kiss of death is mistaken for love. The nights you fight best are when the game is fixed, when the crowd screa..

Charles Bukowski

664295b

I like women who haven't lived with too many men. I don't expect virginity but I simply prefer women who haven't been rubbed raw by experience. There is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk in their eyes in their laughter and in their gentle hearts. Women who have had too many men seem to choose the next one out of revenge rather than with feeling. When you play the field selfishly everything works agains..

Charles Bukowski

a14f0b2

when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we all agreed on the same thing; we'd all like to die fucking (although none of us had done any fucking) and now that we are hardly kids any longer we think more about how not to die and although we're ready most of us would prefer to do it alone under the sheets now that most of us have fucked our lives away.

kids sex poem poetry death life love bukowski growing-up die nostalgia

Charles Bukowski

eb622a6

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

Charles Bukowski

a18a7bd

You are thirty minutes late." "Yes." "Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?" "No." "Why not, pray tell?" "Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral."

Charles Bukowski

7ddc562

What's genius? I don't know but I do know that the difference between a madman and a professional is that a pro does as well as he can within what he has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can't help doing.