Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

Stealing drugs, selling drugs, buying clothes, renting luxury cars, taking clothes back, ordering blender drinks, this isn't what I'd call Real Life, not by a long shot.

Suffering is key to inspiration.

It's so ob­vi­ous he's try­ing to pass as a nor­mal hap­py per­son.

All these mystics, throughout history, all over the world, they all found their way to enlightenment by physical suffering.

And when they're old enough I'm going to tell my little girls that everybody looks a little crazy if you're looking close enough, and if, you can't look that close then you don't really love them. All the while life goes around. And if you keep waiting for somebody perfect you'll never find love, because it's how much you love them is what makes them perfect.

Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now? Am I just under a spell that says nothing is ever good enough?

So this is why I write. Because most times, your life isn't funny the first time through. Most times, you can hardly stand it.

statues of saints in somebody else's religion. To me they're just rock shaped into glorified nobodies.

Go figure, but Texans seem to be a lot more comfortable around disastrous house fires than they are around anal sex.

The body ages, grows, passes through near-lunatic phases of reproductive frenzy, but you are born and die essentially the same person. That... that is proof of your deathless soul.

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My hips bristle with totems and talismans, proof that I am not simply a character in a fixed book or film. I am no single narrative. As neither Rebecca de Winter nor Jane Eyre, I am free to revise my story, to reinvent myself, my world, at any given moment.

No one sleeps in Hell except as a possible defensive posture in retaliation during yet another punitive presentation of The English Patient.

Ev­ery last minute of my life has been pre­or­dained, and I'm sick and tired of it.

It does not mat­ter. The joke is we all have the same punch line.

the supreme manifestation of all his self-perceived shortcomings

One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort.

When you travel a lot, you learn to pack the same for every trip. Six white shirts, two black trousers. The bare minimum you need to survive.

I don't ex­pect you to un­der­stand," Adam says. "You're still the eight-?year-?old sit­ting in school, sit­ting in church, be­liev­ing ev­ery­thing you're told. You re­mem­ber pic­tures in books. They planned how you'd live your whole life. You're still asleep.

No sin, no crime, then extinction not earned.

The fish is some­thing to make me set­tle in one place. Ac­cord­ing to church colony doc­trine, it's why men mar­ry wom­en and why wom­en have chil­dren. It's some­thing to live your life around.

Girls get their boobs and forget they were ever so gutsy and smart. Boys, too, can display their own brand of clever and funny behavior, but let them get that first erection and they go complete moron for the next sixty years. For both genders, adolescence occurs as a kind of Ice Age of Dumbness.

And maybe men say they're glad not to give birth, all the pain and blood, but really that's just so much sour grapes. For sure, men can't do anything near as incredible. Upper body strength, abstract thought, phalluses—any advantages men appear to have are pretty token. You can't even hammer a nail with a phallus.

Full-time drudge. Part-time God.