Quotes by Chuck Palahniuk

Only after disaster can we be resurrected. Its only after youve lost everything that youre free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years youre satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least youve got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then youre trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!

Yes, terrible things happen, but sometimes those terrible things- they save you.

Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

The truth is, every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married. I dont know, but until your mom dies it seems like all the other women in your life can never be more than just your mistress.

Music is crucial. Beyond no way can I overstress this fact. Lets say youre southbound on the interstate, cruising alone in the middle lane, listening to AM radio. Up alongside comes a tractor trailer of logs or concrete pipe, a tie-down strap breaks, and the load dumps on top of your little sheetmetal ride. Crushed under a world of concrete, youre sandwiched like so much meat salad between layers of steel and glass. In that last, fast flutter of your eyelids, you looking down that long tunnel toward the bright God Light and your dead grandma walking up to hug you--do you want to be hearing another radio commercial for a mega, clearance, closeout, blow-out liquidation car-stereo sale?

Tyler lies back and asks, If Marilyn Monroe were alive right now, what would she be doing?I say, goodnight.The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling and Tyler says, Clawing at the lid of her coffin.

If Marilyn Monroe was alive right now, what would she be doing?Clawing at the roof of her coffin.

Could you hold the chainsaw a bit closer to your mouth, please?

I still love him so much Ill hide any amount of conjugated estrogen in his food. So much Ill do anything to destroy him.

This is your life, and its ending one minute at a time.

You think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you’re changing a patio light bulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you’ll only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you’ll be dead.

Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesnt glitter and shine.

The truth is, immigrants tend to be more American than people born here.

You can tell people the truth, but theyll never believe you until the event. In the meantime, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trouble.

Maybe the truth is I really want to like you instead.

Its exhausting, the energy it takes to unknow a truth.

Because supposedly those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it.

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.