Charles Bukowski

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

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

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

Sometimes there's luck, _x000D_ When there is you stock up on it _x000D_ and wait for the other times

The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd.

The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They're always wrong.

I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.

We are hardly ever as strong as that which we create.

People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less and less to them; they would mean less and less to me.

I'm very clever _x000D_ at _x000D_ hiding poems _x000D_ perhaps more _x000D_ clever than I _x000D_ am _x000D_ at _x000D_ writing _x000D_ them.

I was fighting a small fight of my own which wasn't leading _x000D_ anywhere-but like a man with a bent spoon trying to dig through a cement wall I knew that a small fight was better than quitting: it _x000D_ kept the heart alive.

Bad luck for the young poet would be a rich father, an early marriage, an early success or the ability to do anything well.

You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody. It's the deceivers who make you feel bad.

With me, my main vision for life was to avoid as many people as possible. The less people I saw the better I felt.

If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn't interest you. This situation so repelled me that I was driven to drink, starvation, and mad females, simply as an alternative.

This incompleteness is all we have.

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing