It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun — Charles Bukowski
Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that’s why we get along. — Charles Bukowski
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice. — Charles Bukowski
If you can only remain pure in your stupidity, someday you may get a phone call from hell. — Charles Bukowski
There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff’s edge. — Charles Bukowski
Writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers. — Charles Bukowski