"The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good." - Charles Bukowski

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"The bars are finished. TV took care of that. We used to be the performers. Now everybody sits and stares at the tube." - Charles Bukowski

"I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!” - Charles Bukowski

I suppose there ?s always something out there we want to torment ourselves with. And at the track you get the feel of the other people. . .

"there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke . . ." - Charles Bukowski

I took the salt and pepper, seasoned the broth, broke the crackers into it, and spooned it into my illness.

He was neither liked nor disliked. He was just there.

..You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient...

My beer-drunk soul is sadder than all the dead Christmas trees of the world. - Charles Bukowski

I would rather hear about a live American Bum than a dead Greek god. - Charles Bukowski

"nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer ..." - Charles Bukowski

“Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.” - Charles Bukowski

"I lift my bottle and wait for further developments in space flight." - Charles Bukowski

The private detective who tracks Henry Chinaski down in Barfly is none other than Jack (Eraserhead) Nance!

read what I’ve written then forget it all. drink from the well of your self and begin again.

They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.

"What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way" - Bukowski

The town had been picked by experts, in a national article, as the last town in the USA any enemy would attack with an atomic bomb.

1930-I remember when neighborhood women used to cook pots of beef stew for their unemployed husbands when their bellies were sick with fear