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  • #1
    Charles Bukowski
    “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. 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 candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #4
    Charles Bukowski
    “she slammed the door and
    was gone.

    I looked at the closed door
    and at the doorknob
    and strangely
    I didn't feel
    alone.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “My cock was hard, but my spirit wasn't in it.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “Whether I was a genius or not did not so much concern me as the fact that I simply did not want a part of anything. The animal-drive and energy of my fellow man amazed me: that a man could change tires all day long or drive an ice cream truck or run for Congress or cut into a man's guts in surgery or murder, this was all beyond me. I did not want to begin. I still don't. Any day I that I could cheat away from this system of living seemed a good victory for me.”
    Charles Bukowski, Portions from a Wine-Stained Notebook: Uncollected Stories and Essays, 1944-1990

  • #7
    Charles Bukowski
    “Dear child, I only did to you
    what the sparrow
    did to you; I am old when it is
    fashionable to be young; I cry when it is
    fashionable to laugh.
    I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #8
    Charles Bukowski
    “If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #9
    Charles Bukowski
    “and love is a word used
    too much and
    much
    too soon.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps

  • #10
    Charles Bukowski
    “I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.”
    Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

  • #11
    Charles Bukowski
    “she wasn't very
    interesting
    but few people
    are.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “the price of creation
    is never
    too high.

    the price of living
    with other people
    always
    is.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #13
    Charles Bukowski
    “I found the best thing
    I could do
    was just to type away
    at my own work
    and let the dying
    die
    as they always have.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #14
    Charles Bukowski
    “The whole world is a sack of shit ripping open. I can´t save it.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship

  • #15
    Charles Bukowski
    “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #16
    Charles Bukowski
    “I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #17
    Charles Bukowski
    “If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
    Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

  • #18
    Charles Bukowski
    “I wanted the whole world or nothing.”
    Charles Bukowski, Post Office

  • #19
    Kinky Friedman
    “My dear,
    Find what you love and let it kill you.
    Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
    Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
    For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
    ~ Falsely yours”
    Kinky Friedman

  • #20
    Charles Bukowski
    “If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose”
    Charles Bukowski and Carl Weissner

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “Of course it's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #23
    Charles Bukowski
    “The difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship you don't have to waste your time voting”
    Bukowski C.

  • #24
    Charles Bukowski
    “Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #25
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “Doubt as sin. — Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature — is sin! And notice that all this means that the foundation of belief and all reflection on its origin is likewise excluded as sinful. What is wanted are blindness and intoxication and an eternal song over the waves in which reason has drowned.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, Daybreak: Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality

  • #26
    Thomas Jefferson
    “And the day will come when the mystical generation of Jesus, by the supreme being as his father in the womb of a virgin will be classed with the fable of the generation of Minerva in the brain of Jupiter. But we may hope that the dawn of reason and freedom of thought in these United States will do away all this artificial scaffolding...

    {Letter to John Adams, April 11, 1823}”
    Thomas Jefferson, Letters of Thomas Jefferson

  • #27
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.”
    Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

  • #28
    Fernando Pessoa
    “Sit still with me in the shade of these green trees, which have no weightier thought than the withering of their leaves when autumn arrives, or the stretching of their many stiff fingers into the cold sky of the passing winter. Sit still with me and meditate on how useless effort is, how alien the will, and on how our very meditation is no more useful than effort, and no more our own than the will. Meditate too on how a life that wants nothing can have no weight in the flux of things, but a life the wants everything can likewise have no weight in the flux of things, since it cannot obtain everything, and to obtain less than everything is not worthy of souls that seek the truth.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Education of the Stoic: The Only Manuscript of the Baron of Teive

  • #29
    Juansen Dizon
    “I'm going to die one day. And that fact alone should force me to live my life to the fullest. But I'm the opposite way around. I want to die because I am consistently eaten up by nothingness.”
    Juansen Dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower

  • #30
    Juansen Dizon
    “I whispered to my heart “Is everything meaningless?”

    “It doesn’t really matter,” It smiled. “Nothing matters.”
    Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction



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