Charles Bukowski Quotes About Books

Quotes about: Books

• I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

  Charles Bukowski

  Inspirational Love, Morning, Coffee

  Charles Bukowski, “Raw With Love”

• If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

  Charles Bukowski

  Book, Soul, Desire

• I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.

  Charles Bukowski

  Inspirational, Funny, Book

• It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

  Charles Bukowski

  Pain, Book, Reading

• great books are the ones we need

  Charles Bukowski

  Book, Needs, Great Book

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “The Last Night of the Earth Poems”, p.43, Harper Collins

• That's how it is with books, isn't it: They're not in a hurry. They'll wait for you till you're ready. People empty me. I have to go away to refill.

  Charles Bukowski

  Book, People, Waiting

• Beware Those Who Are ALWAYS READING BOOKS

  Charles Bukowski

  Book, Reading, Reading Books

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.148, Canongate Books

• a good book can make an almost impossible existence, liveable ( from 'the luck of the word' )

  Charles Bukowski

  Book, Luck, Impossible

• I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.

  Charles Bukowski

  Book, Great Book, Interest

• I read my books at night, like that, under the quilt with the overheated reading lamp. Reading all those good lines while suffocating. It was magic.

  Charles Bukowski

  Quilts, Book, Reading

  Charles Bukowski (2001). “Ham On Rye”, p.166, Canongate Books

• Christmas poem to a man in jail hello Bill Abbott: I appreciate your passing around my books in jail there, my poems and stories. if I can lighten the load for some of those guys with my books, fine. but literature, you know, is difficult for the average man to assimilate (and for the unaverage man too); I don't like most poetry, for example, so I write mine the way I like to read it.

  Charles Bukowski

  Book, Writing, Men

• It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.

  Charles Bukowski

  Book, Mean, Self

• There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and all that...but I'm not the book, see? I'm the guy who wrote it, but I don't want them to come up and throw roses on me or anything. I want them to let me breathe.

  Charles Bukowski

  Nice, Book, People

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