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
brain fingertips you-again
If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
mean interesting people
People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less and less to them; they would mean less and less to me.
sadness thinking sick
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
school eye men
I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideas.
inspirational feel-good soul
the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
two too-much littles
There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.
people moral ability
People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.
lions revolution enough
True revolution comes from true revulsion; when things get bad enough the kitten will kill the lion.
men tragedy his-love
It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.
book soul desire
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.
crowds introvert constant
Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.
sides body spirit
My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.
heart space waiting
there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.
thinking people injustice
I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.