Charles Bukowski Quotes



      “Find what you love and let it kill you.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “You have to die a few times before you can really
live.” 
- Charles Bukowski

      “An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.” 
- Charles Bukowski,

       “Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “I wanted the whole world or nothing.” 
- Charles Bukowski

      “Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose” 
- Charles Bukowski

      “Without literature, life is hell.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “Of course it's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.” 
- Charles Bukowski,

       “There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun” 
- Charles Bukowski,

       “We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.” 
- Charles Bukowski


        “I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.” 
- Charles Bukowski,

       “what matters most is how well you walk through the fire” 
- Charles Bukowski

        “she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty” 
-Charles Bukowski

        “It's better to do a dull thing with style than a dangerous thing without it.” 
- Charles Bukowski

        “The more crap you believe, the better off you are.” 
- Charles Bukowski

        “The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.”
- Charles Bukowski, 

        “unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “Beware Those who are always reading books” 
- Charles Bukowski,

        “People who believe in politics are like people who believe in God: they are sucking wind through bent straws.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “You have my soul and I have your money” 
- Charles Bukowski

        “Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.” 
- Charles Bukowski,

        “What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.” 
- Charles Bukowski

        “That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.” 
- Charles Bukowski,

        “I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.” 
- Charles Bukowski

         “I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're
just as crazy as the rest of them.” 
- Charles Bukowski

        “Bad taste makes more millionaires than good taste.” 
- Charles Bukowski,

        “That's what friendship is, sharing the prejudice of experience.” 
- Charles Bukowski

       “I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt” 
- Charles Bukowski

        “Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.” 
- Charles Bukowski