Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German-American poet, novelist, and short story writer.
Fiction is an improvement on life
We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
Something that never happens anywhere at any time.
and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.
Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.
Do some living and get yourself a typewriter.
Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.
I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.
I used to lay drunk in alleys and I probably will again. Bukowski, who is he? I read about Bukowski and it doesn't seem like anything to do with me.
Some men hope for revolution but when you revolt and set up your new government you find your new government is still the same old Papa, he has only put on a cardboard mask.
my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.
the sea is made of blood
Dying in a a war never stopped wars from happening.
I've never met another man I'd rather be.
bad writing's like bad women: there's just not much you can do about it
There are no good wars or bad wars. The only thing bad about a war is to lose it. All wars have been fought for a so-called good Cause on both sides. But only the victor's Cause becomes history's Noble Cause. It's not a matter of who is right or who is wrong, it's a matter of who has the best generals and the better army!
You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.
I don't carry notebooks and I don't consciously store ideas. I try not to think that I am a writer and I am pretty good at doing that. I don't like writers, but then I don't like insurance salesmen either.
Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.
I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.