Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

Power, money, food, sex, love. Can we ever get enough, or will getting some make us crave even more?

Can you just re­lax and let things hap­pen?

You don't have to con­trol ev­ery­thing," she says. "You can't con­trol ev­ery­thing.

A headache, I get the kind of headache God would smote you with in the Old Testament.

Ä°nsan sevdiklerini öldürür diye bir söz vard?r ya; asl?nda bak?n insan? öldüren de hep sevdiÄŸidir.

The laws that keep us safe, these same laws condemn us to boredom. Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.

You're that tree falling in the forest that nobody gives a rat's ass about.

People can't concieve of a virtue in someone else that they can't coneive in themselves. Instead of believing you're stronger, it's so much easier to imagine you're weake. You're addicted to self-abuse. You're a liar. People are always ready to believe the opposite of what you tell them.

the disinhibition caused by said brain damage, can also spur the infected individual to seek the pleasure of compulsive, casual sexual activity

No memory is anything more than a personal choice.

If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. His words, in His Bible. The Book of Genesis, chapter eleven So our God, our all -powerful God got so scared He scattered the human race across the face of the earth, and shattered their language to heep His children apart. An almighty God this insecure? Who pits his children against each other, to keep them weak. This is the God we're supposed to worship?

When we remember someone as a drunk, a liar, a bully, we're only creating an excuse for our own poor behavior.

At least Anne Frank," Comrade Snarky said, "never had to tour with her book . . .

Everything, including your set of hand-blown green glass dishes with the tiny bubbles and imperfections, little bits of sand, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous aboriginal people of wherever, well, these dishes all get blown out by the blast. Picture floor-to-ceiling drapes blown out and flaming to shreds in the hot wind.

We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact," Tyler said. So don't fuck with us.

A thud, and the second wheel hits the tarmac. The staccato of a hundred seat-belt buckles snapping open, and the single-use friend you almost died sitting next to says: I hope you make your connection. Yeah, me too. And this is how long your moment lasted. And life goes on.

My hands are numb. I can't feel my face. My tongue be­longs to some­body else.

Hero isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up. The

Take full advantage of the complete freedom books provide. To not take advantage of that freedom is to waste the one chief strength of the medium.

He can't live with knowing the future and not being able to save anyone.

Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and the glory of the world. To deconstruct. To dismiss. She said people can't deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it can't be explained and understood.

Pimple young. Giggling young. Silly young and stupid as me.

In the movie where somebody is invisible all the sudden—you know, a nuclear radiation fluke or a mad scientist recipe—and you think, what would I do if I was invisible...? Like go into the guy's locker room at Gold's Gym or, better yet, the Oakland Raiders' locker room. Stuff like that. Scope things out. Go to Tiffany's and shoplift diamond tiaras and stuff.