"If you're losing your soul and you know it, you've still got a soul to lose."
"The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them."
"You have to die a few times before you can really live."
"People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lack the ability to feel or love."
"You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics."
"“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left."
"There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.”
“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.”
Note added: Bukowski wasn't a Christian - certainly not in any conventional sense, anyway. Come to think of it, he wasn't much of a poet either, but he did wrestle with life, creativity, and God in a way few men ever dare to do. And in my mind that counts for something.
"The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them."
"You have to die a few times before you can really live."
"People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lack the ability to feel or love."
"You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics."
"“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left."
"There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.”
“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.”
Note added: Bukowski wasn't a Christian - certainly not in any conventional sense, anyway. Come to think of it, he wasn't much of a poet either, but he did wrestle with life, creativity, and God in a way few men ever dare to do. And in my mind that counts for something.
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