Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They're always wrong. Charles Bukowski More Quotes by Charles Bukowski More Quotes From Charles Bukowski there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace Charles Bukowski army hate war But she projected vitality - you knew that she was there. Charles Bukowski vitality I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone. Charles Bukowski pleasure strange grace Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely. Charles Bukowski enough long people To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane. Charles Bukowski real writing moving Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid. I had no chance. I had no choice. Just hang on and wait for the end. It was hard work. It was the hardest work imaginable. Charles Bukowski mad hard-work stupid The ladies usually go for the biggest damn fool they can find; that is why the human race stands where it does today: we have bred the clever and lasting Casanovas, all hollow inside, like the chocolate Easter bunnies we foster upon our poor children. Charles Bukowski easter clever children she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind. Charles Bukowski kind knows wanted the history of melancholia includes all of us. Charles Bukowski I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't. Charles Bukowski faces hair water it's better to be happy...if you can..!! Charles Bukowski ifs Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes. Charles Bukowski bad-jokes lasts littles Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost pure beauty in another face, totally and enchantingly female. They had it over us: they planned much better and were better organized. While men were watching professional football or drinking beer or bowling, they, the women, were thinking about us, concentrating, studying, deciding - whether to accept us, discard us, exchange us, kill us or whether simply to leave us. In the end it hardly mattered; no matter what they did, we ended up lonely and insane. Charles Bukowski lonely drinking football ... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you. Charles Bukowski eggs morning death I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said: I love you. Charles Bukowski love-you sleep night "Baby," I said. "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me." Charles Bukowski genius said baby It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust. Charles Bukowski self mean book Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love. Charles Bukowski taken laughing children The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good. Charles Bukowski hangover somewhere-else mind and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter Charles Bukowski fool good-times laughter