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People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.

People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.

Charles Bukowski
People, Perspective, Dangerous
Charles Bukowski (2007). “Women”, Ecco

it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to go insane. coffee. give us more of that NOTHING coffee.

Charles Bukowski
Horse, Fall, Coffee

I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further.

Charles Bukowski
Fall, Eye, Mirrors
Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.304, Canongate Books

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

Charles Bukowski
Together, Might, Facts
Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.67, Canongate Books

agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.

Charles Bukowski
Agony, Sometimes, Form

Hell, I'd even failed with women. Three wives. Nothing really wrong each time. It all got destroyed by petty bickering. Railing about nothing. Getting pissed-off over anything and everything. Day by day, year by year, grinding. Instead of helping each other you just sliced away, picked at this or that. Goading. Endless goading. It became a cheap contest. And once you got into it, it became habitual. You couldn't seem to get out. You almost didn't want to get out. And then you did get out. All the way.

Charles Bukowski
Years, Wife, Pissed Off

I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and looks at me through the flame: her eyes tell me. look," I say, "I don't think I can ever pay that price again.

Charles Bukowski
Eye, Thinking, Light
Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.453, Canongate Books

Was I the only person who was distracted by this future without a chance?

Charles Bukowski
Chance, Distracted, Persons

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

Charles Bukowski
Simple, Language, Century

Your parents don't give you much love, do they?' 'I don't need that stuff,' I told her. 'Henry, everybody needs love.' 'I don't need anything.' 'You poor boy.

Charles Bukowski
Boys, Giving, Parent
Charles Bukowski (2001). “Ham On Rye”, p.53, Canongate Books

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you notice that?

Charles Bukowski
Pet, Goldfish, Canaries
Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.360, Canongate Books

If I'm an ass, I should say so. If I don't, somebody else will. If I say it first, that disarms them.

Charles Bukowski
Firsts, Ass, Should
Charles Bukowski (2003). “Sunlight Here I Am: Interviews and Encounters, 1963-1993”

eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.

Charles Bukowski
Gone, Months, Eleven
Charles Bukowski, “The Retreat”

I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.

Charles Bukowski
Possible Love, Inches, Ashamed
Charles Bukowski (2016). “On Love”, p.113, Canongate Books

What were you going to do tonight?" "I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff." "Who's that?" "A dead Russian.

Charles Bukowski
Song, Tonight, Rachmaninoff

I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.

Charles Bukowski
Suicide, Ocean, Thinking
Charles Bukowski (2009). “The Captain is Out to Lunch”, p.18, Harper Collins

but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

Charles Bukowski
Legs, Poet, Made
Charles Bukowski (2016). “On Love”, p.16, Canongate Books

You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.

Charles Bukowski
Tired, Rebel, Knows
Charles Bukowski (2001). “Ham On Rye”, p.299, Canongate Books

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty

Charles Bukowski
Loneliness, Simple, Despair

It was like any other relationship, there was jealousy on both sides, there were split-ups and reconciliations. There were also fragmented moments of great peace and beauty. I often tried to get away from her and she tried to get away from me but it was difficult: Cupid, in his strange way, was really there.

Charles Bukowski
Splits, Way, Sides

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

Charles Bukowski
Shadow, Rooms, Hours
Charles Bukowski (2016). “On Love”, p.26, Canongate Books

Your writing", she said to me, "it's so raw. It's like a sledgehammer, and yet it has humor and tenderness. . . .

Charles Bukowski
Writing, Said, Tenderness
Charles Bukowski (1978). “Women”

The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good

Charles Bukowski
Heart, Humans, Courses

we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years

Charles Bukowski
Fun, Years, Agony

When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row." "There are some real weirdos down there." "They're everywhere.

Charles Bukowski
Real, Dimes, Lasts
Charles Bukowski (2001). “Ham On Rye”, p.288, Canongate Books

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