Explore Quotes by Charles Bukowski

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.

my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.

An artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way

Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.

If you can't write the next line, well, you're dead. The past doesn't matter.

Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself.

I feel no grief for being called something _x000D_ which _x000D_ I am not; _x000D_ in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a good _x000D_ back rub

People do too much. They say too much.

Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.

They never pay the slaves enough so they can get free, just enough so they can stay alive and come back to work.

Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that

The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

I am not like _x000D_ other people. _x000D_ I am _x000D_ burning in hell. The hell of _x000D_ myself.

Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity

If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.