Author of quotes: Charles Bukowski. Page 41

The king of Monsuta 9000 wives. Just think: 365 days in the year divided by 9000. There was no fight. No menstrual periods. No mental overload. Just feast and feast and feast one. Must be king Mangatu it was very difficult to die, or very easy. Average does not happen.

The whole street to my left was Packed with traffic, and I watched people sit and wait patiently in their cars. Almost every sat a man and a woman - staring straight ahead, not talking. For all, in the end, everything comes down to expectation. You're all waiting and waiting, hospital, doctor, plumber, psychiatric hospitals, prisons, the mother-death. At first the signal red, then green. Waiting for the world's citizens eat food and watch TV, worry about your work or lack thereof.

I tried to convince myself that guilt is just a kind of disease. What people without the guilt achieve in life progress. People who can lie, cheat, people, always knowing how to cut corners.

- What do you think about women? she asked.
- I don't think. All women are different. Basically they seem to be a combination of the best and worst, and magic, and terrible. I'm glad they exist nonetheless.

With the rest of us will be okay until the poor learn to make an atomic bomb in my basement.

That's what is most important: the meaning is unclear. Words here - as in a burning house, or the earthquake, or the flood, or the woman coming out of the machine and showing legs. I don't know what is required by other writers: do not care, I still read them I can't. I'm trapped in my own habits, its own prejudices. Not bad at all to be blunt, unless the ignorance is entirely your own.

If I'd been born a woman, I would have probably been a prostitute. As soon as I was born male, I desire women all the time - lower is better. Yet women - good women - frightened me because, in the end, demanded his soul, and what I still had, I wanted to preserve.

Every time you get drunk, - she said, - I'll go to the dance. Last night I went to the "Red Umbrella" and invited the men to dance. Women have that right.
- You're a whore.
- Here is how? So if there is something worse than a whore, is boredom.
- If there's something worse than boredom, is a boring whore.

While waiting for him, I killed four flies. Hell, death is all around, everywhere. I didn't know what to do with it. I was in a bad mood. You know, look at the packer at the supermarket, he's packing my groceries, and suddenly I see that he puts himself in the grave along with the toilet paper, the beer and the chicken Breasts.

Bukowski cried in cheap flophouses, Bukowski can't dress, Bukowski can't talk, Bukowski is scared of women, Bukowski weak stomach... Bukowski fought. Bukowski is old and already forty-five years to run a kite; be a Bukowski monkey, it would be kicked out of the tribe... But Bukowski pukes very carefully and I never peed on the floor. As you can see, I'm still endowed with a certain charm.

The first time I read Selina lying in bed with a big box of crackers "Ritz". I started reading it and got these crackers, and laughing, and eating crackers. I read the entire novel in one sitting, emptying the entire box of "Ritz". And then tried to get up for water. You had to look at it - I couldn't move. That's what makes you a good writer. He is damn close to kill you. however, with a bad same.

There are people - immediately after the first meeting, begin to despise them.

Love in this world hard times, and it always will be.

Each person has their own personal hell, and not one.