Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art. And the phone rang and Tyler answered. If you don't know what you want, the doorman said, you end up with a lot you don't. May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.

you're a product just as much. a product of a product. the people who design cars, they're products, your teachers, products. the minister in your church, another product.

I could imagine myself becoming one of Marla's stories.

Human beings don't cultivate ideas. On the contrary…Ideas cultivate us.

The moment the world declares a person to be immortal, at that moment the person will strive to prove the world wrong. In the face of glowing press releases and reviews the most heralded women starve themselves or cut themselves or poison themselves. Or they find a man who's happy to do that for him.

My father never went to college so it was really important I go to college. After college, I called him long distance and said, now what? My dad didn't know. When I got a job and turned twenty-five, long distance, I said, now what? My dad didn't know, so he said, get married. I'm a thirty-year-old boy, and I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer I need.

Our way of get­ting nos­tal­gic for what we just threw in the trash, it's all be­cause we're afraid to evolve. Grow, change, lose weight, rein­vent our­selves. Adapt.

No matter what else you came up against, if you could smile and laugh while a monkey did you with chestnuts in a dank concrete basement while somebody took pictures, well, any other situation would be a piece of cake

My one true love. My deformed or mutilated or diseased prince charming. My unhappily ever after. My hideous future. The monstrous rest of my life.

A good story should make you laugh, and a moment later break your heart. — Chuck Palahniuk, Stranger Than Fiction

There's al­ways the chance you could die right in the mid­dle of your life sto­ry.

Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.

Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.

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

There's still a thousand places I haven't gone to die.

You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise, silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception.

Inside the hole, the red lips say, "we all grew up with the same television shows. It's like we all have the same artificial memory implants. We remember almost none of our real childhoods, but we remember everything that happened to sitcom families. We have the same basic goals. We all have the same fears." The lips say, "The future is not bright.

This is just what human beings do-turn objects into people, people into objects. Back and forth.

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.

Griping isn't the same as creating something. Rebelling isn't rebuilding. Ridiculing isn't replacing. We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

If you ask me, people in hell just scream to hear their own voice and to pass time.

I'm in love. So kill me.

A child who is disillusioned abruptly, by his peers or siblings, being ridiculed for his faith and imagination, may choose never to believe in anything- tangible or intangible- again. To never trust or wonder.

Folks build a reputation by attacking you while you're alive - or praising you after you ain't.