I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard. Charles Bukowski More Quotes by Charles Bukowski More Quotes From Charles Bukowski unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it Charles Bukowski bursting-out burning sun There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you. Charles Bukowski realizing eye brain Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons. Charles Bukowski wrong-reasons hard reason The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal and torture and damnation. Charles Bukowski damnation betrayal males Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death--in a cesspool. Charles Bukowski real two people Dying in a a war never stopped wars from happening. Charles Bukowski happenings dying war He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare. Charles Bukowski nightmare hair long Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad Charles Bukowski exhausted feels sometimes I was in love again. I was in trouble Charles Bukowski love-again trouble There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken. Charles Bukowski anarchy ruins taken Style means no shield at all. Charles Bukowski style men mean There still might be a place for us somewhere. Charles Bukowski stills might if you get married they think you're finished and if you are without a woman they think you're incomplete. Charles Bukowski wedding marriage thinking I lie as truthfully as I can. Charles Bukowski i-can lying Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that Charles Bukowski hell bother I call 'em complaining machines. Things are never right with a guy to them. And man, when you throw that hysteria in there ... forget it. I gotta get out, get in the car, and go. Anywhere. Get a cup of coffee somewhere. Anywhere. Anything but another woman. I guess they're just built different, right? Charles Bukowski hysteria women coffee the grace is being able to like rock music, symphony music, jazz … anything that contains the original energy of joy. Charles Bukowski rocks symphony joy I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what? Charles Bukowski morning jesus thinking great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that bastards like me can keep creating art, become immortal. if you read this after I am dead it means I made it. Charles Bukowski writing mean art They never pay the slaves enough so they can get free, just enough so they can stay alive and come back to work. Charles Bukowski back-to-work alive pay
