We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing. Charles Bukowski circusdieeat Change image and share on social
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose. Charles Bukowski haveleavelose Change image and share on social
My writing is jagged and harsh, I want it to remain that way; I don't want it smoothed out. Charles Bukowski harshjaggedremain Change image and share on social
I have not worked out my poems with a careful will, falling rather on haphazard and blind formulation of wordage, a more flowing concept, in a hope for a more new and lively path. I do personalize at times, but this only for the grace and elan of the dance. Charles Bukowski blindcarefulconcept share on social
If I write badly about blacks, homosexuals and women, it is because of these who I met were that. There are many 'bads' - bad dogs, bad censorship; there are even 'bad' white males. Only, when you write about 'bad' white males, they don't complain about it. And need I say that there are 'good' blacks, 'good' homosexuals and 'good' women? Charles Bukowski badbadlybads share on social
The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you'll live 10 times longer than if you have 10. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever. It's truly ridiculous. Charles Bukowski catdiscoverforever share on social
If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence. Charles Bukowski friendjailsentence Change image and share on social
Those who have been writing literature have not been writing life. Charles Bukowski lifeliteraturewrite Change image and share on social
Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them, the better I feel. Two miles is great; two thousand miles is beautiful. Charles Bukowski beautifulfeelgreat Change image and share on social
I do not like the human race. I don't like their heads, I don't like their faces, I don't like their feet, I don't like their conversations, I don't like their hairdos, I don't like their automobiles. Charles Bukowski automobileconversationface Change image and share on social