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Charles Bukowski

" writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all "

Charles Bukowski

Writing

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" 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‚Äôs much better to be killed by a lover.~ Falsely yours "

Charles Bukowski

Death , Love

" Find what you love and let it kill you. "

Charles Bukowski

Love

" I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. "

Charles Bukowski

Love

" Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned. But that's the result of a chance meeting too. You're damned right. Drink up. We'll have another. "

Charles Bukowski

Love , Wisdom

" some moments are nice, some arenicer, some are even worthwritingabout. "

Charles Bukowski

Love , bukowski

" I drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping,ashamed of my sentimentality andpossible love. "

Charles Bukowski

Love , Sentimentality

" She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire. "

Charles Bukowski

Love , Fire

" I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers. "

Charles Bukowski

Love

" my mother, poor fish,wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times aweek, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!why don't you ever smile?"and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was thesaddest smile I ever saw "

Charles Bukowski

Depression

" and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself. we ask for no mercy or no miracles; we are strong enough to live and to die and to kill flies, attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack, live on luck and skill, get alone, get alone often, and if you can't sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep; and ask for no mercy no miracles; and don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love failsand death is useless. "

Charles Bukowski

Love

" alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul,and the women break vases against the walls and them men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds.flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.there's no chance at all:we are all trapped by a singular fate.nobody ever finds the one.the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the mad houses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills. "

Charles Bukowski

Love

" If I never see you again I will always carry youinsideoutsideon my fingertipsand at brain edgesand in centerscentersof what I am ofwhat remains. "

Charles Bukowski

Love , Letters

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