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 More Quotes by Charles Bukowski More Quotes From Charles Bukowski some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about. Charles Bukowski nice moments writing and love is a word used too much and much too soon. Charles Bukowski used too-much love I would say that Mickey Mouse has a greater influence on the American public than Shakespeare, Milton, Dante, Rabelais, Shostakovitch, Lenin, and/or Van Gogh. Which says 'What?' about the American Public. Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality. Charles Bukowski california southern reality It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you. Charles Bukowski pain reading book our bones like stems into the sky will forever cry victory Charles Bukowski victory forever sky I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt Charles Bukowski hurt want He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge. Charles Bukowski simple bridges men It’s when you hide things that you choke on them. Charles Bukowski choke Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid. Charles Bukowski hard-work stupid thinking I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone. Charles Bukowski people looks I never write in the daytime. It's like running through the shopping mall with your clothes off. Everybody can see you. At night ... that's when you pull the tricks ... magic. Charles Bukowski writing running night Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem. Charles Bukowski writing people thinking It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live. Charles Bukowski taught dies When a hot woman meets a hermit one of them is going to change. Charles Bukowski hermits hot Only the boring get bored Charles Bukowski bored boring Life's as kind as you let it be. Charles Bukowski kind truth life if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. Charles Bukowski mouths mind heart writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers. Charles Bukowski desperate writing people Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink. Charles Bukowski sometimes unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it Charles Bukowski bursting-out burning sun
