Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual – some lose both and become accepted.
CHARLES BUKOWSKISome lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual – some lose both and become accepted.
CHARLES BUKOWSKISometimes you just have to pee in the sink.
CHARLES BUKOWSKISome moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.
CHARLES BUKOWSKISex is interesting, but it’s not totally important.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIOnly the boring get bored.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWe don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIReal loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWe’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.
CHARLES BUKOWSKITo do a dull thing with style-now that’s what I call art.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIYou can steal my women but don’t play with my whiskey.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWe must bring our own light to the darkness.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIMy beer drunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIAny asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIAre you becoming what you’ve always hated?
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWhat matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIFind 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.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI