Charles Bukowski Quotes - Page 5

as the shadows assume
shapes
I fight the slow
retreat

now
my once-promise
dwindling
dwindling

now
lighting new cigarettes
pouring more
drinks

it has been a beautiful
fight

still
is.

since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light

hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.

Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.

jan was an excellent fuck...she had a tight pussy and she took it like it was a knife that was killing her.

Music is much like fucking, but some composers can't climax and others climax too often, leaving themselves and the listener jaded and spent.

It's all overrated, man. Sex is only a great thing if you're not getting any.

for a man of 55 who didn't get laid
until he was 23 and not very often until he was 50 I think that I should stay listed via Pacific Telephone
until I get as much as the average man has had

Generally, I decided, it was better to wait, if you had any feeling for the individual. If you hated her right off, it was better to fuck her right off; if you didn't, it was better to wait, then fuck her and hate her later on.

В първата целувка, в първото чукане имаше драма. Хората бяха по-интересни в началото. По�%8

I liked to fuck too, but it wasn't my religion. There were too many ridiculous and tragic things about it. People didn't seem to know how to handle it. So they made a toy out of it. A toy that destroyed people.

Walking out with the people, I didn't know which was more exciting, the air race, the parachute jump that failed, or the cunt.

She would have been a better fuck in Greece, maybe. America was a shitty place to fuck.

You bitch," I whispered, "I love you." Then I came.

Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right."

"Sam," I say, "that's not true; I am one of God's most lonely men.

the world is better without
them.

only the plants and the animals are
true comrades.

I drink to them and with
them.

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

Ne të gjithë jemi duke shkuar për të vdekur, të gjithë ne, çfarë cirku! Kjo vetë duhet të na bëjë ta duam njëri-tjetrin, por kjo nuk e bën. Ne jemi të terrorizuar dhe të rrafshuar nga trivialiteti, ne jemi duke u ngrënë nga asgjëja.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

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.