Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

Some mythological fat asswipe drives our national economy.

It is a hundred-year-old witch book, bound in human skin and probably written in ancient cum...YOU lick it!

There's nothing special in the world. Nothing magic. Just physics.

Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.

You spend your entire life becoming God and then you die.

This isn't about love and hate, Helen says. It's about control. People don't sit down and read a poem to kill their child. They just want the child to sleep. They just want to dominate. No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have your own way. The masochist bullies the sadist into action. The most passive person is actually an aggressor.

If I did have a tumor, I would name it Marla. Marla, the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you would stop tonguing it, but you can't.

The girls you meet are never very far from their worst-case scenario.

Since change is con­stant, you won­der if peo­ple crave death be­cause it's the on­ly way they can get any­thing re­al­ly fin­ished.

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

We're all trapped. It's always 1734. All of us, we're stuck in the same time capsule, the same as those television shows where the same people are marooned on the same desert island for thirty seasons and never age or escape. They just wear more makeup. In a creepy way, those shows are maybe too authentic.

dying seems like the greatest weakness, and in a world where people say you're lazy for not shaving your legs, then being dead seems like the ultimate character flaw. Chapter I.

People die', she says. 'People tear down houses. But furniture, fine, beautiful furniture, it just goes on and on, surviving everything.' She says, 'Armoires are the cockroaches of our culture.

It doesn't matter for crap that you've got three years of sobriety or that you finally look good in a two-piece bathing suit or you've met that perfect someone and you've fallen deeply, wildly, passionately in love. Today, as you pick up your dry cleaning, fax those reports, fold your laundry, or wash the dinner dishes, something you'd never expect is already stalking you.

So you're the winner of this game show, Seth says, and you get a choice between a five-piece living room set from Broyhill, suggested retail price three thousand dollars— or—a ten-day trip to the old world charm of Europe. Most people, Seth says, would take the living room set. It's just that people want something to show for their effort, Seth says. Like the pharaohs and their pyramids.

Sticks and stones will break your bones, but now words can kill, too.

Here are condoms lined with a topical anesthetic for prolonged action. What a paradox. You don't feel a thing, but you can fuck for hours.

People need a monster they can believe in. A true and horrible enemy. A demon to define themselves against. Otherwise, it's just us versus us.

I am Jack's broken heart.

Committing suicide just seemed to be another aggressive plan to fix her life.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

She'd lived through something the rest of them could never imagine. So much torture and horror that she didn't need to tell people about it. She'd never need drama or joy or pain ever again.

Rant said that view of time was set up so folks won't live forever. It's the planned obsolescence we've all agreed to...'Nothing says you have to swallow this,' Rant told me. 'You can always just die.

We hear the ambient noise of children singing. We hear lions and tigers roar. Hyenas laugh. Some jungle bird or howler monkey declares its existence, screeching a maniac's gibberish. Our entire world, always doing battle against the silence and obscurity of death.