I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what they want to do — mostly with my time.

Charles Bukowski


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Yes?’ he asked, looking at me over the sheet.
‘I’m a writer temporarily down on my inspirations.’
‘Oh, a writer, eh?’
‘Yes.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘No, I’m not.’
‘What do you write?’
‘Short stories mostly. And I’m halfway through a novel.’
‘A novel, eh?’
‘Yes.’
‘What’s the name of it?’
‘”The Leaky Faucet of My Doom.”‘
‘Oh, I like that. What’s it about?’
‘Everything.’
‘Everything? You mean, for instance, it’s about cancer?’
‘Yes.’
‘How about my wife?’
‘She’s in there too.

Charles Bukowski

Stichwörter: writing short-stories cancer



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If I could only make her fall in love with me. Pretend to be a writer and just fuck her and have her cook for me. I would never have to write I’d just pretend.

Charles Bukowski


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Nothing against the law ever cease to exist.

Charles Bukowski


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Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know.

Charles Bukowski


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All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.

Charles Bukowski

Stichwörter: social-justice making-a-difference fairness the-man can-t-catch-a-break



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It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink.

Charles Bukowski


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I was getting depressed. My life wasn't going anywhere. I needed something, the flashing of lights, glamour, some damn thing. And here I was, talking to the dead. I finished my first drink. The second was ready.

Charles Bukowski


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Don't butter me, Babe.

Charles Bukowski


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Parker had a young white boy with him-one of the neurotic tribe of the lost- and the kid's eyes were filled with wet layers of tears. One big tear in each eye. They did not drop out. It was fascinating. I had seen women sit and look at me with those same eyes before they got mad and started screaming about what a son of a bitch I was.

Charles Bukowski


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