Charles Bukowski Quotes

I'd wake up in the morning and I would think, 'Where am I?' I'd have to gather myself.

I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier, and even more important, where.

I don't remember lighting this cigarette and I don't remember if I'm here alone or waiting for someone.

I walk into rooms and I don't know why I'm there. I'm like, 'Why am I standing in front of the toilet now?'

I'm trying to go over my lines. I woke up on the floor, somebody had me in their arms. I didn't quite know who, people looked so unfamiliar. That's about all I remember.

You suddenly find yourself somewhere and you wonder, how did I get in this room? That happens to me all the time, every day!

Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time.

The memory loss made me jittery at times.

It's a weakness of mine to forget what it is I've just been talking about so that when people make witty allusions to it, I stare at them open-mouthed, not knowing what they're talking about.

Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.

I can't remember, because I never knew.

I couldn't remember my name for weeks. I'd be at the theater and hear them calling 'Miss Stanwyck, Miss Stanwyck,' and I'd think 'Where is that dame? Why doesn't she answer? By crickie, it's me!

Woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand. Who's wine, what wine, where the hell did I dine?

Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

I don't even know my own phone number.

As I was getting interviewed by the Wall Street Journal, or some big pub guy, all I remember was that he went off to the bathroom for a second, and they brought out my omelet. The next thing I remember, I woke up, and I was on the side of my own omelet, and there was no one at Buck's. Everyone was gone. They just let me sleep.

Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.

Just when I nearly had the answer, I forgot the question.

It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here

There's a meeting in Command. Disregard your current schedule,' he says. 'Done,' I say. 'Did you follow it at all today?' he asks in exasperation. 'Who knows? I'm mentally disoriented.' I hold up my wrist to show my medical bracelet and realize it's gone. 'See? I can't even remember they took my bracelet.' (Katniss and Boggs)

But as the scissors snip-snapped through her hair and the razor shaved the rest, she realized with a sudden awful panic that she could no longer recall anything from the past. I cannot remember, she whispered to herself. I cannot remember. She's been shorn of memory as brutally as she'd been shorn of her hair, without permission, without reason... Gone, all gone, she thought again wildly, no longer even sure what was gone, what she was mourning.

Amnesia may well be the highest sacrament in the great gray ritual of existence.

I have no memory of climbing the stairs up to the roof. I don't even know how to get where I am, which is a problem since I'm going to have to get down, ideally in a way that doesn't involve dying.

And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.