Charles Bukowski

"I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers."

"Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death--in a cesspool."

"People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel hate or love."

"Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience."

"Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman."

"Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you."

"I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't 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't fit the other. I didn't care."

"Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Bach, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice."

"All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was always controlling who got a chance and who didn’t."

"And my own affairs were as bad, as dismal, as the day I had been born. The only difference was that now I could drink now and then, though never often enough. Drink was the only thing that kept a man from feeling forever stunned and useless. Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these fuckers for the rest of my life, I thought. God, they all had assholes and sexual organs and their mouths and their armpits. They shit and they chattered and they were dull as horse dung. The girls looked good from a distance, the sun shining through their dresses, their hair. But get up close and listen to their minds running out of their mouths, you felt like digging in under a hill and hiding out with a tommy-gun. I would certainly never be able to be happy, to get married, I could never have children. Hell, I couldn't even get a job as a dishwasher."

"The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole goddamned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go."

"Money is like sex. It seems much more important when you don't have any..."

"on the radio I heard the news of that day at least 6 times, I was well versed in world affairs. the remainder of the stations played a thin, sick music. the classical stations refused to come in clearly and when they did it was a stale repetition of standard and tiresome works. I turned the radio off. a strange whirling began in my head—it circled behind the forehead, clockwise... I began to wonder, is this what happens when one goes mad?"

"I was still proud of that moment back then when Jed handed me that pint and I drained a third of it with all the disciples watching. damn, there was no way it seemed we could ever lose but we did. and it took me 3 or 4 decades to move on just a little. and Jed, if you are still here tonight, (I forgot to tell you then) here's a thanks for that drink."

"there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. ...I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. ...he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die ...and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep,do you?"

"a woman can drop out of your life and forget you real fast. a woman can't go anywhere but UP after leaving you, honey."

"there were these people on the ground, they were reaching up their arms and trying to pull me down but they couldn't do it. I felt like pissing on them. they were so jealous. all they had to do was to work their way slowly up to it as I had done. such people think success grows on trees. you and I, we know better."

"Sometimes I felt that I didn’t even know who I was. All right, I’m Nicky Belane. But check this. Somebody could yell out, ‘Hey, Harry! Harry Martel!’ and I’d most likely answer, ‘Yeah, what is it?’ I mean, I could be anybody, what does it matter?"

"Man was born to die. What did it mean? Hanging around and waiting. Waiting for the ‘A train.’ Waiting for a pair of big breasts on some August night in a Vegas hotel room. Waiting for the mouse to sing. Waiting for the snake to grow wings. Hanging around."

"Hell was what you made it."

"Sex was a trap, a snare. It was for animals."

"Something was always after a man. It never relented. No rest, ever."

"the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live, waiting to die. I wish I could ring in some bravery. it's a lousy fix"

"There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die."

"We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing."

"LSD, yeah, the big parade – everybody's doin' it now. Take LSD, then you are a poet, an intellectual. What a sick mob. I am building a machine gun in my closet now to take out as many of them as I can before they get me."

"Natürlich können Drogen die künstlerische Arbeit befeuern, das weiß man von Goethe, Freud, Bukowski und vielen anderen. Aber die haben eben auch die Regel befolgt: Im Rausch schreiben, nüchtern gegenlesen."

"Wenn eine heiße Frau auf einen Einsiedler trifft muss sich einer ändern."

"Gott oder irgendwer erschafft dauernd Frauen und wirft sie hinaus auf die Straßen, und die eine hat einen zu dicken Arsch, die andere hat nicht genug Busen, und die hier ist irre, und jene dort ist verrückt, und die ist zu religiös, und die liest im Kaffeesatz, und die hat ihre Fürze nicht unter Kontrolle, und die hat eine lange Nase, und die hat zu dünne Beine… Doch hin und wieder trifft man eine Frau, in voller Blüte, eine Frau, die aus allen Nähten platzt … eine Sexbombe, einen Fluch, das Ende aller Dinge."

"Wenn ich nur dieses Gesicht kämmen könnte, dachte ich, aber das geht nicht."

"Liebe ist eine Art Vorurteil. Ich hab schon genug andere Vorurteile."

""Bach hatte zwanzig Kinder. Tagsüber hat er auf Pferde gewettet, nachts hat er gefickt und am Vormittag gesoffen. Komponiert hat er zwischendurch. ...sagte ich als sie von mir wissen wollte wann ich eigentlich meine Gedichte schreibe." "Du machst es, wie du eine Fliege killst: mit links", Charles Bukowski 439 Gedichte. Zweitausendeins-Taschenbuch Nr.2, 2009. ISBN 978-3-86150-902-8. Seite 53."

"Auch Schulbildung war nur eine Falle. Das bißchen Bildung, das zu mir durchgedrungen war, hatte mich nur noch misstrauischer gemacht. Was waren denn Ärzte, Anwälte, Wissenschaftler? Doch auch nur Menschen, die sich die Freiheit nehmen ließen, selbständig zu denken und zu handeln."