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
people waiting done
Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so.
animal waiting lays
lay down. lay down like an animal and wait.
book people waiting
That's how it is with books, isn't it: They're not in a hurry. They'll wait for you till you're ready. People empty me. I have to go away to refill.
waiting
Things will be far worse than they are now. And far better. I wait.
sleep cat waiting
In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.
waiting pumps term
I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive in its own terms.
waiting pull-ups rail
there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.
wall writing waiting
Somebody at one of these places asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You "don't try". That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like it's looks, you make a pet out of it.
crazy writing waiting
That was the trouble with being a writer, that was the main trouble—leisure time, excessive leisure time. You had to wait around for the buildup until you could write and while you were waiting you went crazy, and while you were going crazy you drank and the more you drank the crazier you got.
vegetables space waiting
I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use weren’t even doing little things. We were vegetables.
waiting shadow hell
I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.
wall waiting moss
there is moss on the walls and the stain of thought and failure and waiting
knives waiting soul
Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd.
moral human-experience grounded
Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.