and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea. Charles Bukowski More Quotes by Charles Bukowski More Quotes From Charles Bukowski I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me. Charles Bukowski suicidesleepjesus It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left. Charles Bukowski his-lovetragedymen There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything. You have to find out by what happens to you, how you will react. I'll have to use a strange term here... "good." I don't know where it comes from, but I feel that there's an ultimate strain of goodness born in each of us. I don't believe in God, but I believe in this "goodness" like a tube running through our bodies. It can be nurtured. It's always magic, when on a freeway packed with traffic, a stranger makes room for you to change lanes... it gives you hope. Charles Bukowski runningbelievethinking dont undress my love you might find a mannequin dont undress the mannequin you might find love. shes long ago forgotten me. hes trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette then ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death. i can't hate that. she didnt do anything unusual. I only wanted her to. Charles Bukowski hatelove-youchildren No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less. Charles Bukowski novelistslittlesmen I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean? Charles Bukowski awarenessgivingmean Insanity is relative. Who sets the norm? Charles Bukowski normrelativeinsanity You've got to know when to let a woman go if you want to keep her,and if you don't want to keep her you let her go anyhow so it's always a process of letting go, one way or the other. Charles Bukowski wantletting-goway I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me. Charles Bukowski lipskissingremember Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one. Charles Bukowski drinkingtwothinking the tigers have found me and I do not care. Charles Bukowski tigerscarefound But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself. Charles Bukowski fightingsimplewant I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people. Charles Bukowski inspirationalfunnybook I don't know if this is true to you but for me sometimes it gets so bad that anything else say like looking at a bird on an overhead power line seems as great as a Beethoven symphony. then you forget it and you're back again. Charles Bukowski linessymphonybird Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help. Charles Bukowski catpainreal Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life. Charles Bukowski eveninggivennatural The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it Charles Bukowski lazy-eyessoulknows I enjoy the bad things that are said about me. It enhances sales and makes me feel evil. I don't like to feel good 'cause I am good. But evil? Yes. It gives me another dimension. Charles Bukowski feel-goodevilgiving Somebody at one of these places asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You "don't try". That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like it's looks, you make a pet out of it. Charles Bukowski wallwaitingwriting there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space. Charles Bukowski spacewaitingheart
