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

- Charles Bukowski

where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die,

- Charles Bukowski

My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.

- Charles Bukowski

If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.

- Charles Bukowski

The ass is the face of the soul of sex.

- Charles Bukowski

the best part waspulling down theshadesstuffing the doorbellwith ragsputting the phonein therefrigeratorand going to bedfor 3 or 4days. and the next bestpartwasnobody evermissedme.

- Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

- Charles Bukowski

Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.

- Charles Bukowski

unaccountably we are aloneforever aloneand it was meant to bethat way,it was never meantto be any other way–and when the death strugglebeginsthe last thing I wish to seeisa ring of human faceshovering over me–better just my old friends,the walls of my self,let only them be there.I have been alone but seldomlonely.I have satisfied my thirstat the wellof my selfand that wine was good,the best I ever had,and tonightsittingstaring into the darkI now finally understandthe dark and thelight and everythingin between.peace of mind and heartarriveswhen we accept whatis:having beenborn into thisstrange lifewe must acceptthe wasted gamble of ourdaysand take some satisfaction inthe pleasure ofleaving it allbehind.cry not for me.grieve not for me.readwhat I’ve writtenthenforget itall.drink from the wellof your selfand beginagain.Mind and Heart

- Charles Bukowski, Come On In!: New Poems

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

- Charles Bukowski

You focus on telling stories,
we do everything else.