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Charles Bukowski Inspirational Quotes (472)

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the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.
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and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the clowns, the half-wits, the cheaters, the whores, the horseplayers, the bankrobbers, the poets ... are interesting?
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The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.
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there is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy
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To me Art (poetry) is a continuous and continuing process and that when a man fails to write good poetry he fails to live fully or well.
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I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time.
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You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody. It's the deceivers who make you feel bad.
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I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.
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People need me. I fill them. If they can't see me for a while they get desperate, they get sick. But if I see them too often I get sick. It's hard to feed without getting fed.
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The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable.
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Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.
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Don't ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out.
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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.
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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.
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Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you I am old when it is fashionable to be young I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.
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I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals.
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People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.
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nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. nobody can save you but yourself
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I write right off the typer. I call it my machinegun. I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies.
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If I stop writing I am dead. And that's the only way I'll stop: dead.
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I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.
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The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good
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whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?
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A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
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