To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art. Charles Bukowski More Quotes by Charles Bukowski More Quotes From Charles Bukowski nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. nobody can save you but yourself Charles Bukowski impossible-situations quitting force An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way. Charles Bukowski simple people art escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she'll embrace you then when she's satisfied she'll kill you still in her embrace and suck the blood from you. Charles Bukowski drawing blood art There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing. Charles Bukowski tunnels air sleep If you are going to try, go all the way or don't even start. If you follow it you will be alive with the gods. It is the only good fight there is. Charles Bukowski alive fighting trying I sit here drunk now. I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here without committing murder or being murdered; without having ended up in the madhouse. as I drink alone again tonight my soul despite all the past agony thanks all the gods who were not there for me then. Charles Bukowski agony drunk past Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores. Charles Bukowski party drinking dirty Pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand - and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and you'll be standing, drunk, in the center of it and she'll ask: my god, what's the matter? and you'll answer: I don't know, I don't know. Charles Bukowski wall girl jobs I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself. Charles Bukowski misanthrope drink space And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life. Charles Bukowski said firsts News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens. Charles Bukowski news newspapers happens We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! Charles Bukowski triviality circus dies There is light somewhere. Charles Bukowski light Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation. Charles Bukowski desperation nerves spirit If you can hit a guy once, you can hit him twice. Charles Bukowski guy ifs When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat. Charles Bukowski moments drinking world Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman. Charles Bukowski good-man bridges men There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out. Charles Bukowski chaos want heart one more creature dizzy with love Charles Bukowski dizzy creatures I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering. Charles Bukowski sleep night people
