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It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

Charles Bukowski
Love, Reality, Anarchy

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.

Charles Bukowski
Real, Loneliness

True revolution comes from true revulsion; when things get bad enough the kitten will kill the lion.

Charles Bukowski
Lions, Revolution, Enough
Charles Bukowski (2009). “What Matters Most is How Well You”, p.35, Harper Collins

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Charles Bukowski
Inspirational Love, Morning, Coffee
Charles Bukowski, “Raw With Love”

‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

Charles Bukowski
Lying, Fire, Mad
Charles Bukowski, “An Almost Made Up Poem”

I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta. No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.

Charles Bukowski
Spiritual, Hurt, Giving Up
Charles Bukowski (2009). “Hollywood”, p.29, Canongate Books

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

Charles Bukowski
Soul, Intellectual, Mind

Only the boring get bored

Charles Bukowski
Bored, Boring

I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what they want to do — mostly with my time.

Charles Bukowski
People, Want, Not Interested
Charles Bukowski (2013). “Notes of a Dirty Old Man”, p.108, City Lights Books

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.

Charles Bukowski
Uplifting, Morning, Funny Life
Charles Bukowski, “Gamblers All”

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

Charles Bukowski
Break Out, Lines, Cameras

I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit - save that tiny little ember of spark.' And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

Charles Bukowski
Night, Voice, Fire

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.

Charles Bukowski
Suicide, Wall, Drinking

If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.

Charles Bukowski
Laughter, Fighting, Night
"Fictional character: Henry Chinaski". "Factotum", www.imdb.com. 2005.

people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

Charles Bukowski
Running, Rain, People

Death is nothing, brother, it's life that's hard

Charles Bukowski
Brother, Hard

I've never been lonely. I've been in a room... I've felt suicidal, I've been depressed. I've felt awful ... awful beyond all , but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude.

Charles Bukowski
Lonely, Loneliness, Suicidal

You know the typical crowd, Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there? Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have.

Charles Bukowski
Friday, Lonely, Sorry
Charles Bukowski (2003). “Sunlight Here I Am: Interviews and Encounters, 1963-1993”

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

Charles Bukowski
Sleep, Cat, Waiting
Charles Bukowski (2015). “On Cats”, p.98, Canongate Books

Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away... Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Charles Bukowski
Love, Morning, Reality

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stonewritten. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Charles Bukowski
Atheist, Educational, War
"The Meaning of Life: The Big Picture". Life Magazine, December 1988.

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

Charles Bukowski
Happiness, Pain, Littles

Are people crazy? People waited all their lives. They waited to live, they waited to die. They waited in line to buy toilet paper. They waited in line for money. And if they didn't have any money they waited in longer lines. You waited to go to sleep and then you waited to awaken. You waited to get married and you waited to get divorced. You waited for it to rain, you waited for it to stop. You waited to eat and then you waited to eat again. You waited in a shrink's office with a bunch of psychos and you wondered if you were one.

Charles Bukowski
Crazy, Rain, Sleep

My ambition is handicapped by laziness

Charles Bukowski
Ambition, Laziness, Handicapped

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.

Charles Bukowski
Love Yourself, Ability To Love, Firsts

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