Charles Bukowski 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

• Hay un pájaro azul en mi corazón que
  quiere salir
  pero le echo whisky e inhalo
  el humo de los cigarrillos
  y las putas y los camareros
  y los dependientes
  nunca saben que
  él está
  allí.

  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

• Encendiendo nuevos cigarrillos, sirviendo más bebidas. Ha sido una hermosa lucha. Aún lo es.

  Charles Bukowski

  Beautiful, Being Alone, Fighting

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

• mientras las sombras asumen formas lucho contra la lenta retirada ahora mi otrora promesa menguando menguando ahora encendiendo nuevos cigarrillos sirviendo mas tragos ha sido una hermosa lucha aun lo es.

  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

  Ojo, Pensamiento, Luz

  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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