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This incompleteness is all we have.

This incompleteness is all we have.

Charles Bukowski
Incompleteness

We are all museums of fear.

Charles Bukowski
Museums

I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?

Charles Bukowski
Guy, Lucky, Blame
Charles Bukowski (2009). “Love is a Dog From Hell”, p.29, Harper Collins

Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right." "Sam," I say, "that's not true; I am one of God's most lonely men.

Charles Bukowski
Lonely, Men, Hey

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.

Charles Bukowski
Drinking, Writing, Wine

she is no longer the beautiful woman she was. she sends photos of herself sitting upon a rock by the ocean alone and damned. I could have had her once. I wonder if she thinks I could have saved her?

Charles Bukowski
Beautiful, Ocean, Thinking

Something that never happens anywhere at any time.

Charles Bukowski
Love, Time Love, Happens

Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with.

Charles Bukowski
Crazy, Mad, Opportunist
Charles Bukowski (2013). “Notes of a Dirty Old Man”, p.48, City Lights Books

escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she'll embrace you then when she's satisfied she'll kill you still in her embrace and suck the blood from you.

Charles Bukowski
Art, Blood, Drawing
Charles Bukowski (2009). “Love is a Dog From Hell”, p.37, Harper Collins

I read my books at night, like that, under the quilt with the overheated reading lamp. Reading all those good lines while suffocating. It was magic.

Charles Bukowski
Quilts, Book, Reading
Charles Bukowski (2001). “Ham On Rye”, p.166, Canongate Books

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.

Charles Bukowski
Space, Misanthrope, Drink
Charles Bukowski (2001). “Ham On Rye”, p.308, Canongate Books

Find what you love and let it kill you. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

Charles Bukowski
Lovers, All Things, What You Love

Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible and nothing can change that; neither new girlfriends, health professionals, changes of diet, dope, humility, or God.

Charles Bukowski
Girlfriend, Humility, Dope

An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.

Charles Bukowski
Art, Simple, People

I sit here drunk now. I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here without committing murder or being murdered; without having ended up in the madhouse. as I drink alone again tonight my soul despite all the past agony thanks all the gods who were not there for me then.

Charles Bukowski
Past, Agony, Drunk

Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.

Charles Bukowski
Dentist, Mechanic, Automobile
"Factotum". Book by Charles Bukowski, Ch. 73, 1975.

dogs and angels are not very far apart

Charles Bukowski
Dog, Angel

When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.

Charles Bukowski
Drinking, World, Moments
"Factotum". Book by Charles Bukowski (Chapter 31), 1975.

You were destroyed by what you befriended.

Charles Bukowski
Destroyed

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
Men, Winning, Hands

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

Charles Bukowski
Rose, Hustle, Born
Charles Bukowski (2015). “On Cats”, p.21, Canongate Books

It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.

Charles Bukowski
Running, Rain, Sleep
Charles Bukowski (2002). “Il grande”, p.260, Feltrinelli Editore

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.

Charles Bukowski
World, Mines

And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floors under electric lights without shades; it seems there is a lot to forget and a lot not to do and in drugstores, markets, bars, the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at night and look through this house and the house does not want to be built

Charles Bukowski
Moving, Tired, Night
Charles Bukowski (2009). “Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame”, p.35, Harper Collins

Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

Charles Bukowski
Men, Different, Faces

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