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
space giving people
All our days are marked with/ unexpected/ affronts--some/ disastrous, others/ less so/ but the process is/ wearing and/ continuous./ Attrition rules./ Most give/ way/ leaving/ empty spaces/ where people should/ be.
thinking ideas people
i dunno," i said, "but i have an idea that people who don't think too much tend to look younger longer
drinking silly people
When I'm drinking around people, I tend to get silly or pugnacious or wild, which can cause problems.
hate people hatred
I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.
people earth horror
the people are the biggest horror show on earth, have been for centuries.
reading people dry
As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.
animal interesting people
People just weren't interesting. Maybe they weren't supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn't understand it.
people
People don't do me much good.
mother cities people
The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up.
writing people trying
Most people are much better at saying things in letters than in conversation, and some people can write artistic, inventive letters, but when they try a poem or story or novel they become pretentious.
dark people car
Early evening traffic was beginning to clog the avenue with cars. The sun slanted down behind him. Harry glanced at the drivers of the cars. They seemed unhappy. The world was unhappy. People were in the dark. People were terrified and disappointed. People were caught in traps. People were defensive and frantic. They felt as if their lives were being wasted. And they were right.
people bed hours
The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
people so-sad ifs
people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.
people needs form
People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.