Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born. Charles Bukowski More Quotes by Charles Bukowski More Quotes From Charles Bukowski I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves. Charles Bukowski waste mean people I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. Charles Bukowski needed feelings My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure. Charles Bukowski crazy wine war Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed the better I felt. Charles Bukowski feel-good dark rain Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that. Charles Bukowski eye lost looks Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste. Charles Bukowski good-taste millionaire taste there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock Charles Bukowski movement loneliness hands I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. Charles Bukowski skid-row practice running my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world. Charles Bukowski soul tree world Why do you insist upon destroying yourself? Charles Bukowski destroying-yourself destroying If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago. Charles Bukowski long-ago committed suicide So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me. Charles Bukowski beautiful lying people That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man. Charles Bukowski discouraged needed men stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover. Charles Bukowski drinking beer blood Humanity, you never had it to begin with. Charles Bukowski humanity reality dogs and angels are not very far apart Charles Bukowski angel dog The worst men have the best jobs Charles Bukowski best-job jobs men It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching. We had both been robbed. Charles Bukowski drinking dark sleep There's a bluebird in my heart that Charles Bukowski cigarette-smoke clerks heart In the morning it was morning and I was still alive. Charles Bukowski alive stills morning
