We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIAnything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind of phantom – love – happiness.
More Charles Bukowski Quotes
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The difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship you don’t have to waste your time voting.
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I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
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An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.
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Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They’re always wrong.
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You have to die a few times before you can really live.
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The tired sunsets and the tired people – it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.
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In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed.
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That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.
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Baby,” I said, “I’m a genius but nobody knows it but me.
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Being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
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I never met another man I’d rather be. And even if that’s a delusion, it’s a lucky one.
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We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system.
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Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains.
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I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn’t a nightmare.
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My beer drunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
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