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
dog love-is yards
If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.
hangover somewhere-else mind
The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.
people looks
I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.
people vision saws
With me, my main vision for life was to avoid as many people as possible. The less people I saw the better I felt.
happiness pain littles
We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
humanity tickets cash
If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.
soul lazy-eyes knows
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it
believe wind people
People who believe in politics are like people who believe in God: they are sucking wind through bent straws.
distance two unbearable
The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.
writing profound simplicity
Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity
sex singing kicking
Sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing.
heart mind mouths
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 and your gut, don't do it.
love-yourself ability-to-love firsts
If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
night voice fire
I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit - save that tiny little ember of spark.' And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.