Charles Bukowski Quotations | Page 3

Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.

What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.

nobody ever finds the one

I always started a job with the feeling that I'd soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.

We use such big words to move nowhere.

but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

They, all of them, seemed to put literary form in front of the actuality and living of life itself.