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
ass streets madhouses
Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.
giving mad atrocities
The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn't interest you. This situation so repelled me that I was driven to drink, starvation, and mad females, simply as an alternative.
mad rich-poor poverty
I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.
essence mad people
This is very important -- to take leisure time. Pace is the essence. Without stopping entirely and doing nothing at all for great periods, you're gonna lose everything...just to do nothing at all, very, very important. And how many people do this in modern society? Very few. That's why they're all totally mad, frustrated, angry and hateful.
men causes made
I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.
mad magic
she’s mad, but she’s magic.
mad stills scrap
It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.
sea blood made
the sea is made of blood
kissing men mad
Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!
stress madness daily-life
t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.
errors defense made
there's no defense except all the errors made
lying fire mad
"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.
doctors mad lawyer
Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.
stupid hard-work mad
Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid. I had no chance. I had no choice. Just hang on and wait for the end. It was hard work. It was the hardest work imaginable.