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
baby genius said
Baby," I said, "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me.
life odds laughing
We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
texas louisiana natural
American women drove hard bargains and the ended up looking the worst for it. The few natural American women left were mostly in Texas and Louisiana.
dog believe men
Dog is much admired by Man because he believes in the hand which feeds him. A perfect set-up. For 13 cents a day you've got a hired killer who thinks you are god. A dog can't tell a Nazi from a Republican from a Commie from a Democrat and, many times, neither can I.
men mets another-man
I've never met another man I'd rather be.
impossible-situations quitting force
nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. nobody can save you but yourself
hot hermits
When a hot woman meets a hermit one of them is going to change.
sex want comfort
I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love.
inspirational knobs needed
The less I needed, the better I felt.
lonely loneliness suicidal
I've never been lonely. I've been in a room... I've felt suicidal, I've been depressed. I've felt awful ... awful beyond all , but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude...
care found tigers
the tigers have found me and I do not care.
writing thinking people
Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem.
writing simple secret
The secret is writing down one simple line after another.
useless chaos forget
And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.