Charles Bukowski Quotes About Beer

Quotes about: Beer

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  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.

  Charles Bukowski

  Drinking, Beer, Order

• Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.

  Charles Bukowski

  Suicide, Wall, Drinking

• For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stonewritten. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

  Charles Bukowski

  Atheist, Educational, War

  "The Meaning of Life: The Big Picture". Life Magazine, December 1988.

• I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight

  Charles Bukowski

  Beer, Men, Forgotten

• stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover.

  Charles Bukowski

  Drinking, Beer, Blood

• Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer - even beer - cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work. Traps: Artistry or no artistry; everything sucked you into some spiderweb. I disdained the use of the needle for the same reason that I disdained some so-called beautiful women - the price was far beyond the measure of the worth. I didn't want to hustle that hard.

  Charles Bukowski

  Beautiful, Wine, Beer

  Charles Bukowski (2008). “Charles Bukowski: portions from a wine-stained notebook : uncollected stories and essays, 1944-1990”, City Lights Publishers

• Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.

  Charles Bukowski

  Drinking, Beer, Emotional

  Charles Bukowski (2003). “Sunlight Here I Am: Interviews and Encounters, 1963-1993”

• Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth.

  Charles Bukowski

  Beer, Drunk, Important

  Charles Bukowski (1984). “Barfly: the continuing saga of Henry Chinaski”, Paget Pr

• 2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses die and the landladies stare in the halls; brisk the music of pulled shades, a last man's cave in an eternity of swarm and explosion; nothing but the dripping sink, the empty bottle, euphoria, youth fenced in, stabbed and shaven, taught words propped up to die.

  Charles Bukowski

  Dream, Horse, Beer

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame”, p.26, Harper Collins

• Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost pure beauty in another face, totally and enchantingly female. They had it over us: they planned much better and were better organized. While men were watching professional football or drinking beer or bowling, they, the women, were thinking about us, concentrating, studying, deciding - whether to accept us, discard us, exchange us, kill us or whether simply to leave us. In the end it hardly mattered; no matter what they did, we ended up lonely and insane.

  Charles Bukowski

  Football, Lonely, Drinking

• I think a man can keep on drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer...I like drunkards, man, because drunkards, they come out of it, and they're sick and they spring back, they spring back and forth...If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

  Charles Bukowski

  Suicide, Spring, Drinking

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