Charles Bukowski

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

I´ve given you my time. Its all I´ve got to give - its all any man has. And for a pitiful buck and a quarter an hour.

I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.

what you werewill not happen again.the tigers have found meand I do not care.

We__e all heard that little woman who says, __h, it__ terrible what these young people do to themselves, in my lsi other drugs, is a terrible thing_.Then you look, the woman who speaks in this way: you have no eyes, no teeth, no brains, no soul, no ass, no mouth, no warmth, no spirit, nothing, just a stick_ and avran made ___ou wonder how to reduce it in that state teas and pastries and the church.

...still, I__ lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books don__ interest me. I sit in bed and wait for the whole thing to go one way or the other. just like everybody else.

The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you__l live ten times longer than if you have ten. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn__ have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn__ make for an interesting person. I didn__ want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn__ fit the other. I didn__ care

I dislike interaction. The less I say the better I feel. I was naturally a loner. I didn__ want conversation, or to goanywhere. I didn__ understand other people who wanted to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I was drawn to all the wrong things: I was lazy, I didn__ have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn__ make for an interesting person. I didn__ want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. Relationships never worked with me. I alwayslost interest. I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings.

I dislike interaction. The less I say the better I feel. I was naturally a loner. I didn__ want conversation, or to goanywhere. I didn__ understand other people who wanted to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I was drawn toall the wrong things: I was lazy, I didn__ have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn__ make for an interesting person. I didn__ want to be interesting, it was too hard. What Ireally wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. Relationships never worked with me. I alwayslost interest. I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.

Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

There's no point in writing my kind of stuff, when they're printing that kind of stuff. So I gave up and started drinking.

to whom it may concern: please phone me for appointments when you want to see me. I will not answer unsolicited knocks upon the door. I need time to do my work. I will not allow you to murder my work. please understand that what keeps me alive will make me a better person toward and for you when we finally meet under easy and unstrained conditions.

You could sit in there all day drinking coffee and they never asked you to leave no matter how bad you looked. They just asked the bums not to bring their wine and drink it there. Places like that gave you hope when there wasn´t much hope.

animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that's why we get along

as a childi supposei was not quitenormal.my happiest times werewheni was left alone inthe house on asaturday.

That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.