1,615 Quotes by Charles Bukowski

My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.

for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our differencesunder one lawdegrades each self.

when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked theheartaway.

Hace falta práctica, un poco de risa y algo de suerte...

there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG

Whether I was a genius or not did not so much concern me as the fact that I simply did not want a part of anything. The animal-drive and energy of my fellow man amazed me: that a man could change tires all day long or drive an ice cream truck or run for Congress or cut into a man's guts in surgery or murder, this was all beyond me. I did not want to begin. I still don't. Any day I that I could cheat away from this system of living seemed a good victory for me.

Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.

Sometimes I thought about my liver but my liver never spoke up, it never said, “Stop it, you’re killing me and I’m going to kill you!” If we had talking livers we wouldn’t need A.A.