H.W. Charles Quotes

Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren’t we going to run out of gas?' No there’s plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I’m going to get some god-damed oranges!

The wisdom to quit is all we have left.

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.

when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.

They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.

When I'm drinking around people, I tend to get silly or pugnacious or wild, which can cause problems.

I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love.

I'm only interested in poetry.

you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

Modern women ... they don't sew your pockets ... forget that.

I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.

don't be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors.

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR TYPEWRITER YOU LEAVE YOUR MACHINE GUN AND THE RATS COME POURING THROUGH.

agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.

and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive

Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.

Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.

life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty

i am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so.

we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.

I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?

eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.

my 6 foot goddess makes me laugh the laughter of the mutilated who still need love... she has saved me from everything that is not here

I broke that town in half like a wooden match.

I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.

The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good

the sea is made of blood

And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.

they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.

there must be a way. surely there must be a way that we have not yet thought of. who put this brain inside of me? it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say "no.

The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.

Was I the only person who was distracted by this future without a chance?

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to go insane. coffee. give us more of that NOTHING coffee.

Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.

this time has finished me.

Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.

the masses are everywhere they know how to do things: they have sane and deadly angers for sane and deadly things.

and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.

Why do we embroider everything we say with special emphasis when all we really need to do is simply say what needs to he said? Of course the fact is that there is very little that needs to be said.

from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.