Charles Bukowski Quotes About Cars

Quotes about: Cars

• Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

  Charles Bukowski

  Pain, Real, Cat

  Charles Bukowski (1978). “Women”

• Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Love You, Car

  Charles Bukowski (1978). “Women”

• I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.

  Charles Bukowski

  Suicide, Ocean, Thinking

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “The Captain is Out to Lunch”, p.18, Harper Collins

• There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.

  Charles Bukowski

  Thinking, Light, Doors

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “The Captain is Out to Lunch”, p.10, Harper Collins

• The street to my left was backed up with traffic and I watched the people waiting patiently in the cars. There was almost always a man and a women, staring straight ahead, not talking. It was, finally, for everyone, a matter of waiting. You waited and you waited- for the hospital, the doctor, the plumber, the madhouse, the jail, papa death himself. First the signal red, then the signal was green. The citizens of the world ate food and watched t.v. and worried about their jobs or lack of the same, while they waited.

  Charles Bukowski

  Jobs, Men, Doctors

• Early evening traffic was beginning to clog the avenue with cars. The sun slanted down behind him. Harry glanced at the drivers of the cars. They seemed unhappy. The world was unhappy. People were in the dark. People were terrified and disappointed. People were caught in traps. People were defensive and frantic. They felt as if their lives were being wasted. And they were right.

  Charles Bukowski

  Dark, People, Car

• I needed a vacation. I needed 5 women. I needed to get the wax out of my ears. My car needed an oil change. I'd failed to file my damned income tax. One of the stems had broken off of my reading glasses. There were ants in my apartment. I needed to get my teeth cleaned. My shoes were run down at the heels. I had insomnia. My auto insurance had expired. I cut myself every time i shaved. I hadn't laughed in 6 years. I tended to worry when there was nothing to worry about. And when there was something to worry about, i got drunk.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Reading, Cutting

• I call 'em complaining machines. Things are never right with a guy to them. And man, when you throw that hysteria in there ... forget it. I gotta get out, get in the car, and go. Anywhere. Get a cup of coffee somewhere. Anywhere. Anything but another woman. I guess they're just built different, right?

  Charles Bukowski

  Women, Coffee, Hysteria

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