Charles Bukowski Quotes

The very thing that drives you, can drive you insane Got a head full of thought crimes and a number with no name Got an eleventh hour Jesus and a mouth full of blame A casket lined with silver dollars and a number with no name.

Zaphod felt he was teetering on the edge of madness and wondered if he shouldn't just jump over and have done with it.

Everyone thinks I'm crazy, you know, because I can't tell them the truth; which is, that I'm driven crazy by all these thoughts, all these heads.

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.

She was as one who, in madness, was resolute to throw herself from a precipice, but to whom some remnant of sanity remained which forced her to seek those who would save her from herself.

I forgive you," I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death.

Great. She shook her head. Not only am I having conversations with myself, but now I'm refusing to talk to me. This has got to be the first sign of madness.

i'm going mad, i told myself. let me not be mad.

Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

People who are extremely inside their head, like he was, are caught in a neurosis that goes round and round. Then something will hook them and take them to their end and they can't control it.

I realized that there was something internal that I could gain from pursuing this career as an actor. However, once I got into the business I just really abhorred what this career can drum up inside of a person.

Sometimes I feel like I have a dozen different people inside of me. I've always been that way, and I've always written stuff down.

Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.

It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.

No matter how I look, the freak inside me leaks out.

I knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me.

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

I'm surprised that I've survived my own dysfunction, really.

You know, we all have our inner demons. I, for one - I can't speak for you, but I'm on the verge of moral collapse at any time. It can happen by the end of the show.

Every human being you see in the course of a day has a problem that's sucking up at least 70 percent of his or her radar.

Conscience. That stuff can drive you nuts.

My individual, psychological descent coincided, ironically, with my ascent into the public eye.

Song-writing is therapy for me. I'm a very moody person, very difficult to live with. There's a lot going on and a lot of contradictions. My life is always one step away from disaster.

I feel like there's so much darkness in all of my books.