Quote

That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.

Charles Bukowski

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Charles Bukowski
Age: 73 †
Born: 1920
Born: August 16
Died: 1994
Died: March 9
Actor
Author
Autobiographer
Columnist
Diarist
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
Henry Charles Bukowski
Buk
charles bukowski
Happens
Attempt
Thought
Alcohol
Problem
Celebrate
Nothing
Drinking
Something
Drink
Make
Happen
Poured
Good
Forget
Addiction
Order
Beer

More quotes by Charles Bukowski

Image
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.
Charles Bukowski
Image
there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.
Charles Bukowski
Image
this time has finished me.
Charles Bukowski
Image
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.
Charles Bukowski
Image
I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.
Charles Bukowski
Image
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals.
Charles Bukowski
Image
It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.
Charles Bukowski
Image
Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.
Charles Bukowski
Image
Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.
Charles Bukowski
Image
Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem.
Charles Bukowski
Image
Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.
Charles Bukowski
Image
Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.
Charles Bukowski
Image
We do not abandon ship. I say, as corny as it may sound, through the strength and spirit and fire and dare and gamble of a few men in a few ways we can save the carcass of humanity from drowning. No light goes out until it goes out. Let's fight as men, not rats. Period. No further addition.
Charles Bukowski
Image
Never bring a lot of money to where a poor man lives. He can only lose what little he has. On the other hand it is mathematically possible that he might win whatever you bring with you. What you must do, with money and the poor, is never let them get too close to one another.
Charles Bukowski
Image
It's just that the grape has me down.
Charles Bukowski
Image
some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.
Charles Bukowski
Image
It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.
Charles Bukowski
Image
When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.
Charles Bukowski
Image
Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!
Charles Bukowski
Image
Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.
Charles Bukowski