Charles Bukowski, Play The Piano Drunk Like A Percussion Instrument Until The Fingers Begin To Bleed A Bit Quotes

hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.

waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come

it's so easy to be a poetand so hard to be a man.

I wait on my fix:I am a poetry junkie.

it's good to have things done withwhen they don't workit's also good not to hateor even forgetthe person you've failed with.

I like to prowl ordinary placesand taste the people-from a distance.

I like to prowl ordinary places.I feel sorry for us all or glad for us allcaught alive togetherand awkward in that way.there's nothing better than the jokeof usthe seriousness of usthe dullness of us

for meobedience to another is the decayof self

love needs too much help, he said.hate takes care of itself.

the lies of centuries, the lies of love, the lies of Socrates and Blake and Christwill be your bedmates and tombstonesin a death that will never end.

for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our differencesunder one lawdegrades each self.

I've learned to feel good when I feel good.it's better to be driven around in a red porschethan to ownone. the luck of the fool is inviolate.