New Year's Eve is like any other eve to me: I drink.

Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Profession: Poet
Nationality: German

New Year's Eve is like any other eve to me: I drink. Charles Bukowski

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She Speaks Of Love.

I don't write out of knowledge. When the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this. That's why my number's listed.

And if there is anybody out there who is crazy enough to want to become a writer, I'd say go ahead, spit in the eye of the sun, hit those keys, it's the best madness going, the centuries need help, the species cry for light and gamble and laughter. Give it to them. There are enough words for all of us.

I was simply the target of their discontent and in some real sense they blamed me for not being able to rouse them out of a failed past; what they didn't consider was that I had my troubles too—most of them caused by simply living with them.

Fiction is an improvement on life.

Your life is your life dont let it be clubed into dank submission.

What's wrong is that I am a GIANT HUNK OF SHIT!

At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.

In the old days,' he said, 'writers' lives were more interesting than their writing. Now-a-days neither their lives nor the writing is interesting.

I view his furry storage tanks – what can a man think about while looking at a cat's nuts? Certainly not the sunken navies of great sea battles.

I'm tired of waiting to die. Let's go out.

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.

What I wanted was a cave in Colorado with three-years' worth of foodstuffs and drink. I'd wipe my ass with sand. Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won't go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36.