We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
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.
More Charles Bukowski Quotes
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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.
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I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.
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The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.
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I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
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The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.
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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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Sex is interesting, but it’s not totally important.
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Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
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I don’t remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.
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If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose.
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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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The trouble with a mask is it never changes.
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Nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.
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Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It’s like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.
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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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