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
strong-women soul good-woman
And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.
animal talking soul
Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.
soul my-soul
You have my soul and I have your money
knives waiting soul
Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd.
soul mind intellectual
Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted
tree soul world
my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
ordinary-world soul understand-me
I have no time for things that have no soul.
soul lazy-eyes knows
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it
soul good-woman demand
A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.
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.
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.
suicide soul rockets
unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.
ordinary-world soul dimensions
Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.
friendship prejudice sharing
That is what friendship means. Sharing the prejudice of experience.