Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Charles Bukowski More Quotes by Charles Bukowski More Quotes From Charles Bukowski Don't ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out. Charles Bukowski hurt hot writing All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't. Charles Bukowski guy chance needed sometimes I hate you," she said. Charles Bukowski hate said sometimes The Laughing Heart your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you. Charles Bukowski light heart laughing I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any. Charles Bukowski mistake sweet night I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame, I want to scrape a little of it off. Charles Bukowski race want add Don’t do it. Don’t love me. Charles Bukowski I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to have leisure to write. But starvation, unfortunately, didn't improve art. It only hindered it. A man's soul was rooted in his stomach. A man could write much better after eating a porterhouse steak and drinking a pint of whiskey than he could ever write after eating a nickel candy bar. The myth of the starving artist was a hoax. Charles Bukowski drinking writing art bad writing's like bad women: there's just not much you can do about it Charles Bukowski bad-woman bad-writing writing There were always men looking for jobs in America. There were always all these usable bodies. And I wanted to be a writer. Almost everybody was a writer. Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer. Of those fifty guys in the room, probably fifteen of them thought they were writers. Almost everybody used words and could write them down, i.e., almost everybody could be a writer. But most men, fortunately, aren't writers, or even cab drivers, and some men - many men - unfortunately aren't anything. Charles Bukowski writing jobs men I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores. Charles Bukowski party sleep dirty writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all Charles Bukowski writers-block block writing I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women. Charles Bukowski machinery treated should-have It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took. Charles Bukowski human-beings humans pay In New York you've got to have all the luck. Charles Bukowski old-new-york luck new-york We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar. Charles Bukowski drunk bars men I wanted the whole world or nothing. Charles Bukowski whole wanted world She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn't have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be. Charles Bukowski desperate beautiful way there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you? Charles Bukowski nice clever heart I got lost somehow, began staring up her legs. I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw when I was born. But then I was trying to get out. Ever since I have been working in the other direction and with pretty lousy luck. Charles Bukowski luck trying men
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