Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

I don't know who to believe, all I know is my feathers are on fire.

You melt and swell at that moment. For that moment, nothing matters. Look up at the stars and you're gone. Not your luggage. Nothing matters. Not your bad breath. The windows are dark outside and the horns are blaring around you. The headlights are flashing high and low and high in your face, and you will never have to go to work again.

Give me clarity. Give me reasons. Give me answers. Flash.

I refuse to give readers an uplifting faux experience engineered to comfort them and perpetuate the sociopolitical and economic status quo. Who died and made you Bertolt Brecht?

It's a hundred generations removed from anything original, but the truth is aren't we all?

Give me courage. Flash. Give me tolerance. Flash. Give me wisdom. Flash.

When you just cannot stop working. When completing this one project is all you can imagine.

Es gracioso que la belleza del arte tenga mucho más que ver con el marco que con la obra de arte en sí misma.

It's exhausting, the energy it takes to unknow a truth.

Another thing is no matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

This is the deluded little rube who really thought the future would be any better. If you just worked hard enough. If you just learned enough. Ran fast enough. Everything would turn out right and your life would amount to something.

The murderer, the victim, the witness, each of us thinks our role is the lead.

what you can't understand you can make mean anything.

Anytime you need to watch somebody die, die for real, check out how they get their orgasm at the end of a porn. Their mouth biting to get just one more inhale of air.

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Don't take this the wrong way, okay? She chuckled grimly. My idea of Hell would be going to Heaven and being forced to pretend I'm like you for the rest of eternity.

For hate is a form of passionate attachment, and to be despised seems better than to be unknown.

To stand here and try to fix her life is just a big waste of time. People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

When you understand that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trash can, then we'll figure out who you're going to be.

Getting fired," Tyler says, "is the best thing that could happen to any of us.

Godless, 'we had no war.' Until God set us to fight each other, for the rest of human history.

Give me terror. Flash. Give me panic. Flash.

We were all runing from something. Vaginoplasty. Aging. The future.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them.