Friendship Bukowski Quotes & Sayings

Don't get cocky, ice-boy. I've been playing with humans since long before you ever thought of becoming one. — Julie Kagawa

Once in a rare lifetime have you ever been in a roomful of people who only helped you when you looked at them, listened to them. this was one of those magic times. I knew it. — Charles Bukowski

To embody a new paradigm of civilization - to learn to think like a planet in order to heal and nurture a planet - is not a typical hero's task. It is more the task of a gardener. The planet does not offer us challenges to be overcome to prove our worth or individuality; it presents us with a community to understand, a community with disparate needs and identities that are nonetheless intertwined in mutual dependencies. — David Spangler

That's what friendship is, sharing the prejudice of experience. — Charles Bukowski

As down the centuries, a few men stand in lonely rectitude that we may look and say, there is a human race behind us. — Ayn Rand

It does seem
the more we drink
the better the words
go. — Charles Bukowski

She infested his mind, thoughts of worshipping her in dark ways, her laugh would be his reward, her screams his payment for a man worthy of being in her fucking presence and not dying of overexposure to all that goodness. — V. Theia

Wednesday was talking to him.
"I'm sorry?" said Shadow.
"I said we're here," said Wednesday. "You were somewhere else. — Neil Gaiman

For my birthday, buy me a politician! — Ice Cube

In every animal which has not passed the limit of its development, a more frequent and continuous use of any organ gradually strengthens, develops and enlarges that organ, and gives it a power proportional to the length of time it has been so used; while the permanent disuse of any organ imperceptibly weakens and deteriorates it, and progressively diminishes its functional capacity, until it finally disappears. — Jean-Baptiste Lamarck

He would stay with his brothers out of loyalty, fight alongside his clansmen out of pride, but if he died, it would be for Scotland, for his love of the barren, windswept moors and jagged corries he had been unable to call home for so many years and wanted so desperately to call home again. His passion was his strength, but it was also his greatest weakness. — Marsha Canham

I didn't know who to
believe
but
one thing I do
know: when a man is
living
many claim relationships
that are hardly
so
and after he dies, well,
then it's everybody's
party. — Charles Bukowski

The most powerful weapon in the world is, Question. — Krishna Sagar