Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski
Henry Charles Bukowskiwas an American poet, novelist, and short story writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth16 August 1920
CityAndernach, Germany
CountryUnited States of America
Charles Bukowski quotes about
world lasts caught
the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.
chance distracted persons
Was I the only person who was distracted by this future without a chance?
baby mean said
Potential," I said, "doesn't mean a thing. You've got to do it. Almost every baby in a crib has more potential than I have.
song white forever
I have a face like a washrag. I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I can't stand hounds can't live without them. I hang my head against the white refrigerator and want to scream like the last weeping of life forever but I am bigger than the mountains.
fate chance trapped
there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.
morning smoking cigarette
we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.
suicide spring drinking
I think a man can keep on drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer...I like drunkards, man, because drunkards, they come out of it, and they're sick and they spring back, they spring back and forth...If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.
ideas space interesting
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.
drinking silly people
When I'm drinking around people, I tend to get silly or pugnacious or wild, which can cause problems.
loneliness drinking bars
I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.
flesh sitting afternoon
it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.
way ends wedges
That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.
mother 4th-of-july sleep
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn't particularly want money. I didn't know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn't have to do anything. The thought of being something didn't only appall me, it sickened me . . . To do things, to be part of family picnics, Christmas, the 4th of July, Labor Day, Mother's Day . . . was a man born just to endure those things and then die? I would rather be a dishwasher, return alone to a tiny room and drink myself to sleep.
ends arcs
For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.