01c. 1957 ADI don't know. It's been terribly hard for me. How do I know you won't do it again?''Nobody is ever quite sure of what they will do. You aren't sure what you might do.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
03c. 1957 ADI guess lesbianism wasn't so rampant in those days, they would've gotten a bunk with each other and just left me alone, you know. Which would have been just as well, you know..Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
04c. 1957 ADNothing like beautiful legs. 'Cause with beautiful legs, even if you've been there only once or twice, there might be something up there besides the cunt, there might be something really marvellous this time - it could be a cunt, but it could be - it's just something about looking at the legs just makes you - I'm not saying there's anything wrong with the cunt, I'm just saying, you always imagine - some extra magic when you're looking at the outside portion of the female.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
05c. 1957 ADI'm not a guru. I wish you wouldn't pose these things at me, man. Ask me about women or something.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
07c. 1957 ADgood weatheris likegood women—it doesn’t always happenand when it doesit doesn’talways last.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
08c. 1957 ADEducation was the new god, and educated men the new plantation masters.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
09c. 1957 ADAll we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
11c. 1957 ADthe way to create art is to burn and destroyordinary concepts and to substitute themwith new truths that run down from the top of the headand out of the heartCharles Bukowski / quote ↗
12c. 1957 ADif you have to wait for it to roar out ofyou,then wait patiently.if it never does roar out of you,do something else.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
13c. 1957 ADunless it comes out ofyour soul like a rocket,unless being still woulddrive you to madness orsuicide or murder,don’t do it.unless the sun inside you isburning your gut,don’t do it.when it is truly time,and if you have been chosen,it will do it byitself and it will keep on doing ituntil you die or it dies in you.there is no other way.and there never was.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
14c. 1957 ADIt was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
15c. 1957 ADWhen someone else's truth is the same as your truth, and he seems to be saying it just for you, that's great.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
16c. 1957 ADI sat back down and poured a glass of wine. I left my door open. The moonlight came in with the sounds of the city: juke boxes, automobiles, curses, dogs barking, radios . . . We were all in it together. We were all in one big shit pot together. There was no escape. We were all going to be flushed away.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
17c. 1957 ADThe total ugliness and indifference of the worst features of the human race come out in their driving habits.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
18c. 1957 ADThat’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
20c. 1957 ADTo experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
21c. 1957 ADyou shoulda known the entirety of the trap, a**hole,love means eventual painvictory means eventual defeatgrace means eventual slovenliness,there's no wayout...you see, youunderstand?Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
22c. 1957 ADmy gardenin the sun and in the rainand in the day and in the nightpain is a flowerpain is flowersblooming all the time.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
23c. 1957 ADthat's ONE thing that's wrong with intellectuals and writers - they don't feel a hell of a lot except their own comfort or their own pain. which is normal but shitty.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
24c. 1957 ADYa got cigarettes?” she asks. “Yes,” I say,“I got cigarettes.” “Matches?” she asks.“Enough to burn Rome.” “Whiskey?”“Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain.” “You drunk?” “Not yet.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
