Charles Bukowski

American author
16 August 1920 — 9 March 1994

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Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I`m not going to make it, but you laugh inside - remembering all the times you`ve felt that way.

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.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

If you`re losing your soul and you know it, then you`ve still got a soul left to lose.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

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.

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can`t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows.

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`m a genius but nobody knows it but me.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn`t a nightmare.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

Being alone never felt right; sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

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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