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I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone. (Charles Bukowski)
Finally there is nothing here for death to take away. View quote
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Everything is beautiful. We have all this beauty in the world and all we have to do is reach out and touch it, it is all there and all ours for the taking." -- Cecilia to Henry Chinaski, liberty taken changing past tense to present tense (173) View quote
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It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail. View quote
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The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. View quote
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like the fox I run with the hunted and if I'm not the happiest man on earth I'm surely the luckiest man alive. View quote
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Fiction is an improvement on life. View quote
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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. View quote
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I knew it would be you. View quote
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I hope that death contains less than this. View quote
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Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices. (Charles Bukowski)
Most people are much better at saying things in letters than in conversation, and some people can write artistic, inventive letters, but when they try a poem or story or novel they become pretentious. View quote
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It seemed better to delay thinking. View quote
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Where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die. View quote
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I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible--- not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance: trying to connect. View quote
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The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder. View quote
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purple does something strange to me. View quote
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The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up. View quote
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There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer. View quote
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if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready. View quote
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The wisdom to quit is all we have left. (Charles Bukowski)
I'm only interested in poetry. View quote
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There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. . . when you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through. View quote
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I am this fiery snail crawling home. View quote
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They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. View quote
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