Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

She set them up on a date with their subconscious because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.

There's a ter­ri­ble dark joy when the on­ly per­son who knows all your se­crets is fi­nal­ly dead. Your par­ents. Your doc­tor. Your ther­apist. Your case­work­er. The sun's out­side the bath­room win­dow try­ing to show us we're all be­ing stupid. All you have to do is look around.

Our misery. This suppression of our rational mind is the source of inspiration. Suffering takes us out of our rational self-control and lets the divine channel through us.

If you believe Leondard, this is how Hell breaks people down -- by permitting them to act out to greater and greater extremes, becoming vicious caricatures of themselves, earning fewer and fewer rewards, until they finally realize their folly. Perhaps, I muse over the telephone, that is the one effective lesson which one learns in Hell.

Brandy says, "The best way is not to fight it, just go. Don't be trying all the time to fix things. What you run from only stays with you longer. When you fight something, you only make it stronger." She says, "Don't do what you want." She says, "Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want." It's the opposite of following your bliss. Brandy tells me, "Do the things that scare you the most.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

Where I'm at is a big Episcopal church in downtown Newark, New Jersey, sitting in the dark while I try to rescue the doomed bits and pieces of life, in the hope that a mere story can become Noah's Ark and deliver all the living things of the past to a bright and glorious immortality?

Who you are moment to moment is just a story.

I want you to know I won't always be here,' Fertility says, 'but I'll always find you.

With all of the seats empty, you could pretend everyone's just gone to the bathroom.

Fare schifo è il nuovo essere splendidi

You just don't expect to meet dead people.

All humans search for either reasons to be good or excuses to be bad.

There's the obituary to look for the next week, six column inches about nothing that really mattered

Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like a list...Seeing it down in black and white, somehow you're always disappointed in your life expectancy. How little you'll get done. The resume of your future.

Consider that the earth is a processing plant, a factory. Picture a tumbler used to polish rocks: a rolling drum filled with water and sand. Consider that your soul is dropped in as an ugly rock, some raw mineral or natural resource, crude oil, mineral ore. And all conflict and pain is the abrasive that rubs us, polishes our soul, refines us, teaches and finishes us over lifetime after lifetime.

We all have some proper noun to blame.

Nobody lay awake at night wondering if the wheat they'd raised was truly happy and fulfilled being made into bread.

I'm an invisible monster, and I'm incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

Between wiener juice and lung blood, I'd say that chambray shirt was a goner.

The mechanic says, If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?

It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

In Hell you'd be foolish to count on people displaying high standards of honesty. The same goes for earth.

That would be like breaking a mirror for showing you the truth.