- 16 Charles Bukowski Quotes On Women
- Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski, August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German–American poet, novelist, and short story writer.
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The only time a man needed a lot of women was when none of them were any good.
Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.
What woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.
There is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy.
Every woman is different. Basically, they seem to be a combination of the best and the worst, both magic and terrible. I'm glad that they exist, however.
I don't know why, but with each new woman it seemed like the first time, almost as if I had never been with a woman before.
I always enjoyed being at women's places more than when they were at mine. When I was at their places I could always leave.
You boys can keep your virgins; give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.
And yet women - good women -frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.
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.
Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.
...If I had been born a woman, I would certainly have been a prostitute. Since I had been born a man, I craved women constantly, the lower the better...
There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls, but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd. Of course, I expect this, but the knife still cuts.
There is nothing worse than being broke and having your woman leave you. Nothing to drink, no job, just the walls, sitting there staring at the walls and thinking. That’s how women got back at you, but it hurt and weakened them too. Or so I like to believe.
A yet women - good women - frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.
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.

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