1,615 Quotes by Charles Bukowski

One more drink and you’re dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.

The writing’s easy, it’s the living that is sometimes difficult.

New Year’s Eve always terrifies me.

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.

If you’re going to try, go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.

I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt.

Forgive me, I guess I am off in the head, but I mean, except for a quickie piece of ass it wouldn’t matter to me if all the people in the world died. Yes, I know it’s not nice. But I’d be as contended as a snail; it was, after all, the people who had made me unhappy.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.

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.