Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

The way my face is without a jaw, my throat just ends in sort of a hole with my tongue hanging out. Around the hole, the skin is all scar tissue: dark red lumps and shiny the way you'd look if you got the cherry pie in a pie eating contest. If I let my tongue hang down, you can see the roof of my mouth, pink and smooth as the inside of a crab's back, and hanging down around the roof is the white vertebrae horseshoe of the upper teeth I have left.

In Hell, whenever the demons announce they're going to treat everyone to a big-name Hollywood movie, don't get too excited because it's always The English Patient or, unfortunately, The Piano. It's never The Breakfast Club.

Un minuto era suficiente, dijo Tyler; hay que trabajar duro para lograrlo, pero por un minuto de perfección valía la pena el esfuerzo. Lo máximo que podías esperar de la perfección era un instante.

Either a prehistoric flying dinosaur awakened by a nuclear test is about to destroy the people downstairs or their television's too loud. In

maybe you don't go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don't do. The things you don't finish.

Think about the animals used in product testing. Think about the monkeys shot into space. Without their death, their pain, without their sacrifice, we would have nothing.

It seemed like that moment would last forever. That you had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved.

I'm the one who still needs rewriting. Don't we all?

El consenso más importante de la sociedad moderna es la organización del tránsito. La manera como puede interrelacionarse una marea de desconocidos que comparten un mismo camino y viajan casi todos sin incidentes. Con un conductor disidente hay suficiente para crear anarquía.

It was heaven, but with sex and booze and God's complete permission.

Then she turns on the television, some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.

La deidad superior ordena que todas las criaturas vivas sufran -consumidas por enfermedad o gritando con cobertura corporal de sangre-, y que luego llega un día en que todas tienen que morir. (…) Si un agente da patadas frecuentes a un perro… si golpea con bofetones de mano a la compañera reproductiva… si ese agente asesina con puñal a un compañero, eso imita la lección correcta de la deidad" (Comunicado 5º).

My feet walked me down the aisle of the Greyhound bus, all the way to the back. My butt sat me in a seat. My butt's accomplished a lot since then. My butt's a movie star.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heros or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better. In

It's only after you've lost everything," Tyler says, that you're free to do anything.

The newspaper warns us about terrorist anthrax bombs and virulent new strains of meningitis, and the only comfort newspapers can offer is a coupon for twenty cents off on underarm deodorant.

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

Here was our future of cheese-food and aerosol propellants, Styrofoam and Club Med on the moon, roast beef served in a toothpaste tube.

La gente está siempre dispuesta a creer lo contrario de lo que cuentas.

Do NOT die while wearing cheap shoes.

We ourselves, will resurrect the memory in order to savor it and carry it forth into the world. We will fling it at one another for laughs. Distort it. We will toss the story into the air at parties and howl over its ripeness. Degraded as it was, we will degrade it further. Make it more swollen. We shall render it impossibly awful, making of it the mythology of ourselves. A comfort. Proof of the trials we've survived.

La publicidad hace que compren ropas y coches que no necesitan. Generaciones y generaciones han desempeñado trabajos que odiaban para poder comprar cosas que en realidad no necesitan. 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 espirirual.

We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact

The author, John Steinbeck, had been a pussy, too afraid to make anything happen. He'd abandoned his characters to suffer. As had God.