Charles Bukowski Quotes About Cigarettes

Quotes about: Cigarettes

• the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.

  Charles Bukowski

  Taken, Wine, Air

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems”, p.101, Zondervan

• There's a bluebird in my heart that
  wants to get out
  but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
  cigarette smoke
  and the whores and the bartenders
  and the grocery clerks
  never know that
  he's
  in there.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Cigarette Smoke, Clerks

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.494, Canongate Books

• It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching. We had both been robbed.

  Charles Bukowski

  Drinking, Sleep, Dark

  Charles Bukowski (2011). “Post Office”, p.79, Random House

• 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

• Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

  Charles Bukowski

  Beautiful, Being Alone, Fighting

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “You Get So Alone at Times”, p.43, Harper Collins

• as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is.

  Charles Bukowski

  Beautiful, Fighting, Promise

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “You Get So Alone at Times”, p.43, Harper Collins

• I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and looks at me through the flame: her eyes tell me. look," I say, "I don't think I can ever pay that price again.

  Charles Bukowski

  Eye, Thinking, Light

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.453, Canongate Books

• we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.

  Charles Bukowski

  Morning, Smoking, Cigarette

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.103, Canongate Books

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