Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

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 trashcan then we'll figure out who you're going to be.

It is only after the intellect collapses that any true communication exists.

May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.

No matter what world you create you're always dealing with your own shit. Same shit, different mask.

Liberdade é perder toda a esperança... Você olha para uma estrela e desaparece dentro dela.

People fall so in love with their pain, they can't leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

People fall so in love with their pain, they can't leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves. Some stories

In Hell, hope is a really, really bad habit, like smoking cigarettes or fingernail biting. Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It's an addiction to break.

What you have to do is work on yourself. Make yourself attractive through the things you do, the principles you hold dear, and the goals you've set for yourself. Then you can try to get a woman. You can't expect her to love you just because you love her back. That only happens when the woman is weak.

When you're 24 you have no idea how far you can really fall, but I was a fast learner.

History would always repeat this pattern: Queer foot soldiers blazing the path and being dismissed once the heavy lifting was complete.

Do the things that scare you the most.

A rock is a rock," he says, "but a square rock is a blessing.

Romance… affection… these are what give our lives value. They justify all the suffering of life. My goal is to always reinvent heroic romances and present larger-than-life characters that will inspire readers to fall in love and expand their own lives.

It's only after we've lost everything, that we're free to do anything.

The goal was to teach each man in the project that he had the power to control history. We, each of us, can take control of the world.

It's worth noting up front that I have always conceived of my mind as a digestive organ. A stomach for processing knowledge, if you will. As a looping, wrinkled mass, a human brain unmistakably looks like gray intestines, and it's within these thinking bowels that my experiences are broken down, consumed to become my life story. My thoughts occur as flavorful burps or acrid barf. The indigestible gristle and bone of my memories are expelled as these words.

Gdy siedzÄ™ w korku, serce bije mi z normalnÄ… szybkoÅ›ciÄ…. Nie jestem sam. UtknÄ…wszy tam, mogÄ™ uchodzi? za normalnego czÅ'owieka, który wraca do ?ony i dzieci, który ma dom. MogÄ™ udawa?, ?e moje ?ycie jest czymÅ› wiÄ™cej ni? tylko czekaniem na kolejnÄ… katastrofÄ™. Å»e wiem, jak funkcjonowa?. Tak samo, jak dzieci bawiÄ… siÄ™ w dom.

The first step - especially for young people with energy and drive and talent, but not for money - the first step to controlling your world is to control your culture. To model and demonstrate the kind of world you demand in. To write the books. Make the music. Shoot the films. Paint the art.

and the things you used to own, now they own you.

No man is an adult while his parents are alive. Until they die he is merely a performance to either please or punish them.

no, this wasn't about money. Not everything is about money

Him yelling, Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.

Then he went on to bore me with a lot of details about jet engines, the venturi effect, increasing lift by increasing camber with the flaps, and how after all four engines flame out the plane will turn into a 450,000-pound glider. Then since the autopilot will have trimmed out to fly a straight line, the glider will begin what the pilot calls a controlled descent. That kind of descent, I tell him, would be nice for a change. You just don't know what I've been through this past year.