Chuck Palahniuk Quotes (446 Quotes)

Not that IÆm crazy or anything, I just want some proof that death isnÆt the end. Even if crazed zombies grabbed me in some dark hall one night, even if they tore me apart, at least that wouldnÆt be the absolute end. There would be some comfort in that.

Everybody's trying to make every minute of the present last forever. Preserve every second.

In good old Colonial Dunsboro, masochism is a valuable job skill. It is in most jobs.

That's pretty much how we get through our own lives, watching television. Smoking crap. Self-medicating. Redirecting our attention. Jacking off. Denial.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes 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.

Because I can't hit bottom, I can't be saved.

HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing, and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.

I tagged a first-timer one night at fight club. That Saturday night, a young guy with an angel's face came to his first fight club, and I tagged him for a fight. That's the rule. If it's your first night in fight club, you have to fight. I knew that so I tagged him because the insomnia was on again, and I was in a mood to destroy something beautiful.

Not everything is about money. You didn't even say, hello. You are not your sad little wallet.

The liberator who destroys my property is fighting to save my spirit. The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set me free.

Valley of the Dogs. Where even if they don't kill you, if someone loves you enough to take you home, they still castrate you.

At this rate, we'll never get to the future.

I'm not sure what we're running from. Nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up. Getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if running we won't have to get on with our lives.

Tell the world what scares you most. Save the world with some advice from the future.

You have to jump into disaster with both feet.

I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact.

What if reality is nothing but some disease?

Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.

Face it, dude. You nearly did sex on God's table. You're already shame spiralling big-time.

It sounds as if you'd like to be God.

The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.

We live and we die and anything else is just a delusion.

Being tired isn't the same as being rich, but most times it's close enough.

Hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.

If she was going to die, Marla didn't want to know about it.

Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered.

The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly. The farther you run, the more God wants you back.

Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.

Be famous. Be a big social experiment in getting what you don't want. Find value in what we've been taught is worthless. Find good in what the world says is evil. I'm giving you my life because I want the whole world to know you. I wish the whole world would embrace what it hates. Find what you're afraid of most and go live there.

In the way our world is, everybody shoulder to shoulder, people knowing everything about you at first glance, a good veil is your tinted limousine window. The unlisted number for your face. Behind a good veil, you could be anyone.

The best way is not to fight it, just go. Don't be trying all the time to fix things. What you run from only stays with you longer. When you fight something, you only make it stronger.

You have to keep recycling yourself.

If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.

When you ate her tuna casserole, you didn't talk or flip through a National Geographic. Your eyes and ears stayed inside your mouth. Your whole world kept inside your mouth, feeling and careful for the little balled-up tinfoils Irene Casey would hide in the tuna parts. A side effect of eating slow was, you naturally, genuinely tasted, and the food tasted better. Could be other ladies were better cooks, but you'd never notice.

The joke is, we all have the same punchline.

For sure, they don't teach you this in history class, but in colonial times, the person who got left in the stocks overnight was nothing less than fair game for everybody to nail. Men or women, anybody bent over had no way of knowing who was doing the ram job, and this was the real reason you never wanted to end up here unless you had a family member or a friend who'd stand with you the whole time. To protect you. To watch your ass, for real.

It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.

The girl traced the outline of her lover's shadow so she would always have a record of how he looked...

We're all trapped. It's always 1734. All of us, we're stuck in the same time capsule, the same as those television shows where the same people are marooned on the same desert island for thirty seasons and never age or escape. They just wear more makeup. In a creepy way, those shows are maybe too authentic.

Believe in me and die forever.

Hey, you created me! I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!

If you could be either God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?

Now this is the first rule of fight club: There is nothing a blue collar Nobody in Oregon with a public school education can imagine that a million-billion people haven't already done...

The more things you own, the more they own you.

We just had a near-life experience

Besides, it happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated. Most women know this feeling of being more and more invisible everyday.

It happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated.

The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.

You only ask people about themselves so you can tell them about yourself.

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.