Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

I write compulsively. I've got so many ideas, and I love to do it so much, I can't not do it. I write the way some people do drugs.

I think America is just so in love with conflict.

There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them. The regular way is just to watch the world do it. Just read the newspaper.

I'm in love. So kill me.

You kill strangers deliberately so you don't accidentally kill the people you love.

I'm living the life I love, I tell myself, and loving the life I live. I tell myself: I deserved this. This is exactly what I wanted.

You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.

There are a lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

The young men, they look to me for a story they can get nowhere else, a challenging risky story.

My goal is more to be remembered. They'll remember this thing and like it in the future. The trick is to stay remembered long enough for that to happen.

You hear the best stories from ordinary people. That sense of immediacy is more real to me than a lot of writerly, literary-type crafted stories. I want that immediacy when I read a novel.

I want you to invent it. I want you to have that skill. To create your own reality. Your own set of laws. I want to try and teach you that.

Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

You cannot be the person they know and the great, glorious person you want to become. Not at the same time.

...no way could I fall in love. I just couldn't go there yet. Settle for less. I didn't want to process through anything. I didn't want to pick up any pieces. Lower my expectations.

From famous artists to building contractors, we all want to leave our signature. Our lasting effect. Your life after death. We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.

Anything pretty,' Claire will tell you, 'it's only for sale because no one wants it.

Her mom and dad are both doctors and want her to follow her dream, not turn out the way they have, no matter how much it costs them.

I'm not so much a good friend as I'm the savior who wants you to worship him forever.

The truth is . . . you think what people want you to think.

Your folks are god, you love them and you want to make them happy but you still want to make up your own rules.

Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly. The farther you run, the more God wants you back.