Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI- Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.
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Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.
More Charles Bukowski Quotes
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Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
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Of course it’s possible to love a human being if you don’t know them too well.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIOf course it’s possible to love a human being if you don’t know them too well.
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The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIThe shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.
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I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
CHARLES BUKOWSKII guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
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It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIIt was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun.
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We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWe are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
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People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIPeople are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
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We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWe’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
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We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWe are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.
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If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIIf you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.
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Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity
CHARLES BUKOWSKISimplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity
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Being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIBeing alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
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We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWe are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system.
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Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIAlmost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot.
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I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.
CHARLES BUKOWSKII went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.
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I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
CHARLES BUKOWSKII loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
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