Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

Nuestra generación no ha vivido una gran guerra ni una gran crisis, pero nosotros sí que estamos libran­do una gran guerra espiritual. Hemos emprendido una gran revolución contra la cultura. La gran crisis está en nuestras vidas. Sufrimos una crisis espiritual.

People shopping for a messiah want quality. Nobody is going to follow a loser.

You re­al­ize that there's no point in do­ing any­thing if no­body's watch­ing.

We thought all this teaching was to make us smart. What it did was make us stupid.

the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

In the outside world, he said, people were visited in their houses by spirits they called television. Spirits spoke to people through what they called the radio.

To anyone reading this who isn't already dead, I wish you luck, honestly I do. You just keep swallowing your vitamins. Keep jogging around reservoirs and avoiding second hand cigarette smoke. Cross your fingers! Maybe death won't happen to you.

After a few fights, you're afraid a lot less.

It's one thing for my parents to behave all secular humanist and gamble with their own eternal souls; however it's altogether not all right that they also gambled with mine: They placed their bets with such self-rightous bravado, but I'm the one who lost.

If you don't know what you want, the doorman said, you end up with a lot you don't.

Whatever happened in the world was a decree from God. A task to be completed. Any crying or joy just got in the way of being useful. Any emotion was decadent. Anticipation or regret was a silly extra. A luxury.

My secret wish is right now to be romancing this dead girl. A dead girl. Any dead girl. I'm not what you'd call choosy.

You're in Ireland the summer after you left college and you're drinking at a pub near the castle where every day bus loads of English and American tourists come to kiss the Blarney Stone.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

Even a killer needs to talk, to tell his life story, so bad he'll come and sit beside a grave or a rotting body and just blab, blab, blab at it for hours. Until he makes sense. Until the killer can convince himself with the story of his new reality. The reality that--he was right.

And I want Seth dead. Worse than dead, I want him fat and bloated with water and insecure and emotional.

She said when a boy and a girl dog copulate, the head of the boy's penis swells and the vaginal muscles of the girl constrict. Even after sex, both dogs remain locked together, helpless and miserable for a brief period of time. The Mommy said this same scenario described most marriages.

because the rubber, too, is bulletproof. And so relentless is the wind that it rakes the street, pushing along this burden of crippled vermin, trundling this tide of suffering always in the wake of the Town Car as it reaches Spaulding Square. Fissures of lightning

Give me pity. Flash. Give me empathy. Flash.

Give me a voice. Flash. Give me a face.

You'd be surprised just how fast you can close the door on your past. Learn needlepoint. Make a stained-glass lamp.

The look is elegant and sacrilegious and makes me feel sacred and immoral. Haute couture and getting hauter.

My point is I know Brandy is maybe probably going to die, but I just can't get into it.

Life in These United States. Laughter Is the Best Medicine.