What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWhat matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
CHARLES BUKOWSKISome people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
CHARLES BUKOWSKISometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside – remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIThe less I needed, the better I felt.
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.
CHARLES BUKOWSKII want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.
CHARLES BUKOWSKII remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWe are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIAny asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWe must bring our own light to the darkness.
CHARLES BUKOWSKISex is interesting, but it’s not totally important.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIDo you hate people? I don’t hate them, I just feel better when they’re not around.
CHARLES BUKOWSKII am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here.
CHARLES BUKOWSKII went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.
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.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIOnly the boring get bored.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI