Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

You get everybody telling the same lie and it ain't a lie, not no more.

May I never be complete May I never be content May I never be perfect

Finalmente, te quedas atrapado en tu precioso nido y los objetos que poseías ahora te poseen a ti.

I am Joe's Enraged, Inflamed, sense of rejection.

To­day is just one of those days the sun comes out to re­al­ly hu­mil­iate you.

Face it, dude. You nearly did sex on God's table. You're already shame spiralling big-time.

To shut yourself off from these stories is to accept the banal version of reality that's always used to frame advertisements for miracle wrinkle creams and miracle diet pills . It's as if we've denied the real magic of life so that we can sell each other the sham magic of consumer products . Another example of the shop replacing the church .

Imagine if Jesus chased you around, trying to catch you and save your soul.

Good news didn't seem real until you'd told at least a dozen friends.

Brandy says, "Don't you see? Because we're so trained to do life the right way. To not make mistakes." Brandy says, "I figure, the bigger the mistake looks, the better chance I'll have to break out and live a real life.

Now, smile-if you still can. This is your zygomatic major muscle. Each contraction pulls your flesh apart the way tiebacks hold open the drapes in your living room window. The way cables pull aside a theater curtain, your every smile is an opening night. A premiere. You unveiling yourself.

During the Cold War of the 1950s, American spies were issued eyeglasses with thick, clunky frames. If captured, they were trained to casually chew the curved earpieces, where fatal doses of cyanide were cast inside the plastic. It's these same horn-rimmed suicide glasses, the wrangler says, that inspired the look of Buddy Holly and Elvis Costello. All those young hipsters wearing death on their nose.

Si tal vez no necesitáramos de un personaje mítico y salvaje para representar nuestras vidas en proceso de desaparición.

Por mucha bendición que haya, o talento, o tecnología, siempre podemos encontrar la forma de cagarla

Hay gente que nace humana. Al resto nos cuesta toda la vida conseguirlo.

We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

Every unkind remark or crude gesture by others is a blessing, an opportunity to exercise our own capacity to forgive.

We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

People accepted the worst from each other, screaming and slapping. Divorce and abortion were never a plot option. If this was love or just inertia, Misty couldn't tell.

This isn't anywhere I haven't been before. I've given up. In words muffled with exhaustion I whisper a prayer for my heart to stop.

The future you have tomorrow won't be the same future you had yesterday.

The paradox: Is God a racist, homophobic, anti- Semitic ass? Or is God testing to see if I am?

If there was a Hell, my mom said you'd go there for wearing fur coats or buying a cream rinse tested on baby rabbits by escaped Nazi scientists in France.