Chuck Palahniuk Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Chuck Palahniuk
Chuck Palahniuk Famous Quotes & Sayings
Discover top inspirational quotes from Chuck Palahniuk on Wise Famous Quotes.
Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple.
Life's greatest comfort is being able to look over your shoulder and see people worse off, waiting in line behind you.
And I want Seth dead. Worse than dead, I want him fat and bloated with water and insecure and emotional.
You couldn't have small, dying children in a movie without really bringing everyone down, but you can in comics.
My favorite books to give or get are short story collections. And always paperbacks because they are easy to carry as you travel.
Depending on her mood, Judy Garland can still be more frightening than any demon or devil you might run across.
And maybe you don't go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don't do.
My best work is not behind me! He yells, You know, nobody does a better split-reed standing anal with an on-demand hands-free pop-shot release.
Because I can't save anybody; not as a doctor, not as a son. And because I can't save anybody, I can't save myself.
Because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.
For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
The truth is, Archer tells me, you stay in Hell until you forgive yourself. "You fucked up. Game over," he says, "so just relax.
We love drama. We love conflict. We need a devil or we'll create one.
None of that is bad. It's just the way human beings operate.
None of that is bad. It's just the way human beings operate.
My goal is to create a metaphor that changes our reality by charming people into considering their world in a different way.
I might be a touch of a sadist and a little bit jejune ... but at least I'm not a victim, not any longer. I hope. I hope, therefore I am.
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.
I suppose it's comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.
Me, I'm a bloody tissue sample dried on a bare mattress in my room at the Paper Street Soap Company.
Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing.
The same as most prayers, the bulk of what you hear is complaints and demands. Help me. Hear me. Lead me. Forgive me.
I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.
I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived ... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.
After you find out all the things that can go wrong, your life becomes less about living and more about waiting.
At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
The only thing that makes earth feel like Hell, or Hell feel like Hell, is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven.
People don't practice their smiles nearly enough, so when they most need to look happy they're not fooling anyone.
In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it's stunning how little imagination most people display.
Heads together. I tell the waiter, give us clean food, please. Please, don't be doing any trash to the stuff we order. In that case, sir,
God should be able to wink that good. Like somebody taking your picture. Give me joy. Give me fun. Give me love.
Flash.
Flash.
Power, money, food, sex, love. Can we ever get enough, or will getting some make us crave even more?
When we remember someone as a drunk, a liar, a bully, we're only creating an excuse for our own poor behavior.
The crap and the trash of the world. Post-consumer human butt wipe that no one would ever go to the trouble to recycle.
I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.
It's a fate worse than death to spend eternity in harness, serving as Lilly Hellman's zombie, brought back to life at dinner parties.
All I do is track a profane route to something (I hope) profound. Like swimming a river of shit for a kiss.
You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.
Hysteria is impossible without an audience. Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing alone in an empty room. You feel really silly.
What they don't teach you in art school is how your whole life is about discovering who you already were.
When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks.