Charles Bukowski Quotes

I was a very shy, overly big, kind of creepy-looking kid.

I am really terrible when it comes to guys. Inside, I just see myself as this overweight tomboy with funny-coloured hair and bad skin.

I was skinny. I wore thick glasses. I had acne.

I was really skinny and I had greasy hair and I was knock-kneed. There's something still in me that's like that, and I catch myself, you know when you're walking or something, and you think, 'Oh no, you're still that drippy person.'

She was starting to feel a little like a hamburger at a dieters’ convention. Nobody was likely to snack on her, but absolutely everybody noticed she was edible.

I always think I look like the Elephant Man - I can't get used to my own image.

I don't speak particularly well. That's one of the consequences of being extremely ugly.

When I look down at my pale, skinny body, I wonder why any woman would want to sleep next to it, let alone embrace it.

I am not too keen on my nose, I don't like my knees, I hate my ankles, I am unsure about my behind, I don't like my legs at all. I am not too sure about my chin, my forehead is a bit dodgy. But, overall, I can live with it.

I always thought I was sort of awkward and goofy-looking. I'm still kind of gangly.

I looked like an alien, and in front of the most beautiful people on TV.

I know this sounds stupid, but in some ways, the way I look is a drawback.

I was never pretty, never really popular. I was lanky and funny looking.

Here's the thing: I was charming. Well read and well spoken. Observant and even kind. In other words, I was kind of a catch. And I knew this was true. As long as you couldn't see me. If you saw me, you'd think I was the sea cow that had swallowed your catch.

I was always insecure about the way I looked.

I was very skinny and very lanky and kind of awkward. In Puerto Rico, everybody is a little more voluptuous, with these beautiful bodies, and there I was, the skinny, lanky girl.

I was awkward-looking with huge brown eyes, dark brown, pencil-straight hair styled into an old-school Romanian bowl haircut from the 1980s. And I was very, very small. I was always the tiniest kid on my street and in my classes at school... The gym was the one place I didn't have to worry about feeling awkward for being so petite.

I never really considered myself attractive. I was always kind of gangly in school.

I have one of those faces that nobody likes.

I was not a good-lookin' girl. I was extremely skinny. I wasn't pretty. I wasn't cool.

I felt embarrassed about how my body looked being so pale.

I feel like I have a big forehead.

I'm basically a sexless geek. Look at me, I have pasty-white skin, I have acne scars and I'm five-foot-nothing. Does that sound like a real sexual dynamo to you?

I'm walking insecurity. Without all this makeup, I look like a refugee when I get up in the morning.... I generally look like one major bowwow. I mean arf.

It did not seem possible that Wendy Wright had been born out of blood and internal organs like other people. In proximity to her he felt himself to be a squat, oily, sweating, uneducated nurt whose stomach rattled and whose breath wheezed. Near her he became aware of the physical mechanisms which kept him alive; within him machinery, pipes and valves and gas-compressors and fan belts had to chug away at a losing task, a labor ultimately doomed. Seeing her face, he discovered that his own consisted of a garish mask; noticing her body made him feel like a low-class wind-up toy.