Charles Bukowski

American author
16 August 1920 — 9 March 1994

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Being alone never felt right; sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can`t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows.

Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.

There is always one woman
to save you from another

and as that woman saves you
she makes ready to

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn`t a nightmare.

If you`re losing your soul and you know it, then you`ve still got a soul left to lose.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

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.

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

I`m a genius but nobody knows it but me.

There`s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I`m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I`m not going to let anybody see you.

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone

That`s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.

Find what you love and let it kill you.


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