Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

The things you own end up owning you

La única razón por la que preguntamos a la gente qué tal le ha ido el fin de semana es para poder contar cómo nos ha ido el nuestro.

If you can change the way people think, she said. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. If you do that, you can change the way people live their lives. And that's the only lasting thing you can create.

she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing so she won't commit to anything.

You gain power by pretending to be weak. By contrast, you make people feel so strong. You save people by letting them save you. All you have to do is be fragile and grateful. So stay the underdog. People really need somebody they feel superior to. So stay downtrodden. People need somebody they can send a check at Christmas. So stay poor. Charity isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind.

Los objetos que solías poseer ahora te poseen a ti.

Home was a condominium on the fifteenth floor of a high-rise, a sort of filing cabinet for widows and young professionals.

Making others right redeems their paltry and pointless educations. Making others right makes them love you

Plainly and simply put, Purgatory is where you unwrite the book of your life story.

Si no sabes lo que quieres, terminas teniendo un montón de cosas que no necesitas.

Art, inspiration, love, they're all so easy to dissect. To explain away.

Okay, the way I figure it, you're just the subject of an experiment and the whole world you know is just an artificial construct populated by actors who play the roles of everybody in your life, and the weather is just special effects and the sky is painted blue and the landscape everywhere is just a set. Is that it?

I was eleven years old with menarche barreling down on me like a speeding bloodmobile.

You take a 98-percent concentration of fuming nitric acid and add the acid to three times that amount of sulfuric acid. Do this in an ice bath. Then add glycerin drop-by-drop with an eye dropper. You have nitroglycerin.

Shoot it down, he's yelling. Pull the plug. Give me a gun and I'll do it, he's yelling. Just get that damn blimp out of the air. No can do, the events coordinator says. The minute the wedding party comes out of the stadium, the crew in the blimp will dump fifteen thousand pounds of rice over the parking lot.

This really happens. It sounds trite, but only because words make everything true sound trite. Because words always screw up what you're trying to say.

Your folks are god, you love them and you want to make them happy but you still want to make up your own rules.

Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones. That's the earth. Why it does around. We're the rocks. And what happens to us - the drama and pain and joy and war and sickness and victory and abuse - why that's just the water and sand to erode us. Grind us down. To polish us up, nice and bright.

To the World He Was a Loser, But to Me He Was the World.

The dreaming world, they'd think we were crazy. Those people still in bed, they'd be asleep another hour, then washing their faces, under their arms, and between their legs, before going to the same work they did every day. Living that same life, every day.

Después de haber estado en el club de la lucha, ver partidos de fútbol americano por televisión es como ver películas porno cuando podrías estar follando a lo grande.

Kevin floated a trial idea. To him the protesters at the front gate were the equivalent of the protesters outside abortion clinics. The Rock Hudsons tried to stop people coming here the same way do-gooders tried to block people going to murder their unborn kids. The irony was in how those same rescued babies got adopted by Rock Hudsons. Kevin

Nada en mí es original. Soy el esfuerzo combinado de todas las personas a las que he conocido. Yo escribo y Brandy lee. La persona a la que quieres y la persona que te quiere nunca son la misma persona.

Would it be so bad? To be the last two people in the world? His hand slips around, wraps around Miss Sneezy's limp fingers, and Mr. Whittier says, Why can't the world end the same way it started?