Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

Completely and totally, permanently and without hope, forever and ever I love Brandy Alexander. And that's enough.

Quand'è che il futuro è passato da essere una promessa a essere una minaccia?

Perhaps life itself occurred as a sort of prison she felt compelled to escape.

To both my parents, the world is a battle for attention, a war to be heard.

For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.

Anymore, no one's mind is their own. You can't concentrate. You can't think. There's always some noise worming in. Singers shouting. Dead people laughing. Actors crying. All these little doses of emotion. Someone's always spraying the air with their mood.

About my boss, Tyler tells me, if I'm really angry, I should go to the post office and fill out a change-of-address card and have all his mail forwarded to Rugby, North Dakota.

they all think men are obsolete. useless. as if we're just some sexual appendix.

In all probability the Human Genome Project will, someday, find that I carry some recessive gene for optimism, because despite all my best efforts I still can't scrape together even a couple days of hopelessness. Future scientists will call it the Pollyanna Syndrome, and if forced to guess, I'd say that mine has been a way-long case history of chasing rainbows.

Find value in what we've been taught is worthless.

Here in the bath­room with me are ra­zor blades. Here is io­dine to drink. Here are sleep­ing pills to swal­low. You have a choice. Live or die. Ev­ery breath is a choice. Ev­ery minute is a choice. To be or not to be.

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

Ignore how it feels when the only real talent you have is for hiding the truth.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything," Tyler says, that you're free to do anything.

These old people. These human ruins.

Good and evil have always existed. They always will. It's only our stories about them that ever change.

The only biodiversity we're going to have left is Coke versus Pepsi. We're landscaping the whole world one stupid mistake at a time.

The skin along the parts in her hair, the skin above and behind the doctor's ears, is as clear and white as the skin inside her other tan lines must look. If women knew how their ears come across, the firm fleshy edge, the little dark hood at the top, all the smooth contours coiled and channeling you to the tight darkness inside, well, more women would wear their hair down.

And if you believe that we really have free will, then you know that God can't really control us. And since God can't control us, all God does is watch and change channels when He gets bored.

With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.

Give me homesickness. Flash. Give me nostalgic childhood yearnings. Flash.

For official record, if become bankrupt old retail distribution centers-labeled supermega, so-enlarged foodstuff market- later reincarnate to become worship shrine. First sell food-stuff, next then same structure sell battered furnitures, next now born as gymnasium club, next broker flea markets, only at final end of life...sell religions.

That old saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways. And it does work both ways.

Don't quote me on any of this. It's been a long time since I've been test­ed