The Russians knew something

I took my bottle and went to bed. Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health fodds, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegeterianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Bach, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.
I took my choice. I raised the fifth of vodka and drank it straight. The Russians knew something.

Charles Bukowski

Women

The Problem with Drinking

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

Women

Treating sex as a toy

I was trapped in the mountains and woods with two crazy women. They took all the joy out of fucking by talking about it all the time. I liked to fuck too, but it wasn't my religion. There were too many ridiculous and tragic things about it. People didn't seem to know how to handle it. So they made a toy out of it. A toy that destroyed people.

Charles Bukowski

Women

Cunts are indestructible

Then this blonde, about 19, with rimless glasses and a smile walked up. The smile never left. "I want to fuck you," she said, "It's your face."
"What about my face?"
"It's magnificent. I want to destroy your face with my cunt."
"It might be the other way round."
"Don't bet on it."
"You 're right. Cunt is indestructible."

Charles Bukowski

Women

Southern Hospitality

Pete walked up. He looked around the room at the women.
"Which one do you want?" he asked.
"Is it that easy?"
"It's just southern hospitality."

Charles Bukowski

Women