Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

You've never seen a crucifix with a Jesus who wasn't almost naked. You've never seen a fat Jesus. Or a Jesus with body hair. Every crucifix you've ever seen, the Jesus could be shirtless and modeling designer jeans or men's cologne.

The answer is there is no answer

Set yourself a goal so difficult that death will seem like a welcome reprieve.

How could you ever bring yourself to love so deeply if you truly knew how brief a lifetime could be?

Sure, I want to look like I'm worth the ef­fort. Washed but not ironed. Clean but not pol­ished. Con­fi­dent but hum­ble.

The moment the world declares a person to be immortal, at that moment the person will strive to prove the world wrong

After Tyler and Marla had sex about ten times, Tyler says, Marla said she wanted to get pregnant. Marla said she wanted to have Tyler's abortion.

It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't love.

I cross my fingers that if a demon dunks me in a vat of boiling lava I'll get thrown together naked with River Phoenix, and that he'll say I'm cute and try to kiss me.

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

We're all here. Alive and unwell.

These are Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I am Tyler's mouth. I am Tyler's hands.

She'd never trusted her own natural impulses and instincts Among her greatest fears was the possibility that she might never discover and develop her deepest talents and intuitions. Her special gifts. Her life would be wasted in pursuing the goals set for her by other people. Instead, she wanted to reclaim a power and authority - a primitive, irresistible force - that transcended gender roles. She dreamed of wielding a raw magic that predated civilization itself.

The career of a movie star consists of helping everyone else forget their troubles. Using charm and beauty and good cheer to make life look easy.

I am my own rakish seducer. I do serve as my own surly, brutish bounder.

As if any one of those peo­ple isn't al­ready look­ing around for a new gu­ru to make sense out of their risk-?free bore­dom of a lifestyle while they watch the news on tele­vi­sion and pass judg­ment on me.

What makes the earth feel like hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like heaven. Earth is earth. Hell is hell. Now, stop with the whining and caterwauling.

Sometimes your best way to deal with shit, she says, is to not hold yourself as such a precious little prize. My point being, Brandy says, is you can't escape the world, and you're not responsible for how you look, if you look beauticious or butt ugly. You're not responsible for how you feel or what you say or how you act or anything you do. It's all out of your hands, Brandy says.

That's the best revenge of all: happiness. Nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good fricken life.

You can tell peo­ple the truth, but they'll nev­er be­lieve you un­til the event. Un­til it's too late. In the mean­time, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trou­ble.

Or maybe...just maybe this whole process is our training wheels towards something bigger. If we can reflect and know our lives, we might stay awake and shape our futures.

A blush only reminds me how blood is just under the surface of everything.

Even if I overcompensate, nobody will ever want me. Not Seth. Not my folks. You can't kiss someone who has no lips. Oh, love me, 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.

A sphinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined. Unknowable. Indefinable. Those were all the words Brandy used to describe me in my veils. Not just a story that goes and then, and then, and then, and then until you die.