she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty Charles Bukowski More Quotes by Charles Bukowski More Quotes From Charles Bukowski There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do. Charles Bukowski pleasant hate contains truth. beauty is a facade. Charles Bukowski facade hate Belane, are you nuts?" Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm? Charles Bukowski norm nuts insanity We are here to laugh at the odds. Charles Bukowski odds laughing as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is. Charles Bukowski fighting beautiful promise I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance. Charles Bukowski chance drinking littles I hope that death contains less than this. Charles Bukowski Never bring a lot of money to where a poor man lives. He can only lose what little he has. On the other hand it is mathematically possible that he might win whatever you bring with you. What you must do, with money and the poor, is never let them get too close to one another. Charles Bukowski winning men hands I was only photographing in words the reality of it all. Charles Bukowski reality Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist. Charles Bukowski good-woman women waiting Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job. Charles Bukowski pain jobs men What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do?" "Catch butterflies Charles Bukowski butterfly dollars cost love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived. Charles Bukowski love-is firsts The secret is writing down one simple line after another. Charles Bukowski simple secret writing A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price. Charles Bukowski good-woman demand soul There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. Charles Bukowski tough want heart The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder. Charles Bukowski benches flower trying some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight. Charles Bukowski tonight alive men 2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses die and the landladies stare in the halls; brisk the music of pulled shades, a last man's cave in an eternity of swarm and explosion; nothing but the dripping sink, the empty bottle, euphoria, youth fenced in, stabbed and shaven, taught words propped up to die. Charles Bukowski horse dream beer Most people are much better at saying things in letters than in conversation, and some people can write artistic, inventive letters, but when they try a poem or story or novel they become pretentious. Charles Bukowski writing trying people