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
gun hands goes-on
You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.
hands jail contentment
They looked as if nothing had ever touched them--all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever been in jail, or worked hard with their hands, or even gotten a traffic ticket. Skimmed-milk jollies, the whole bunch.
hands want left-behind
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
loneliness hands movement
there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock
heart hands giving
...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.
pain blow hands
They have no idea that it can be done by a bus driver, a field hand, or a fry cook. They have no idea where it comes from. It comes from pain, damnation and impossibility. The blow to the soul of the gut. It comes from getting burned and seared and slugged. It comes from...new and awful places and the same old places.
rain men hands
I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.
heart hands rocks
my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.
men winning hands
Never bring a lot of money to where a poor man lives. He can only lose what little he has. On the other hand it is mathematically possible that he might win whatever you bring with you. What you must do, with money and the poor, is never let them get too close to one another.
flower i-hate-you hands
I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
friendship prejudice sharing
That is what friendship means. Sharing the prejudice of experience.
drinking wine writing
I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies.
writing agony sweat
I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit involved in doing it. The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.
mean writing night
A dry period for me means perhaps going two or three nights without writing. I probably have dry periods but I'm not aware of them and I go on writing, only the writing probably isn't much good.