#bukowski

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#so-you-want-to-be-a-writer #writer

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 ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#rose

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#injustice #injustice

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#charles-bukowski #self-love #love

Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#bukowski #life

I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life... ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#love-is-a-dog-from-hell #one-of-the-hottest #life

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#space

Writing was never work for me. It had been the same for as long as I could remember: turn on the radio to a classical music station, light a cigarette or a cigar, open the bottle. The typer did the rest. All I had to do was be there. The whole process allowed me to continue when life itself offered very little, when life itself was a horror show. There was always the typer to soothe me, to talk to me, to entertain me, to save my ass. Basically that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#writing #life

Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#handsome #beauty

The area dividing the brain and the soul Is affected in many ways by experience -- Some lose all mind and become soul: insane. Some lose all soul and become mind: intellectual. Some lose both and become: accepted. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#charles #experience