Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you.

The laws that keep us safe, these same laws condemn us to boredom.

For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you're gone.

I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.

You gain power by pretending to be weak. By contrast, you make people feel strong. You save people by letting them save you.

Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

The world will always punish the few people with special talents the rest of us don’t recognize as real.

That’s the American Dream: to make your life into something you can sell.

What you see at fight club is a generation of men raised by women.

What people forget is a journey to nowhere starts with a single step, too.

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

Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.

Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.

It's the Marilyn Monroe school of medicine where enough of any drug will cure any disease.

You'll need to suffer to make any real art.

the world is the cradle and your trap.

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

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

The avant-garde in every field consists of the lonely, the friendless, the uninvited. All progress is the product of the unpopular.

Without just one nest A bird can call the world home Life is your career

When both of you are beautiful, neither of you is beautiful. Together, as a couple, you're less than the sum of your parts.

If there’s any trick to doing a job you hate . . . Mrs. Clark says it’s to find a job you hate even more.

Imagine how you’d feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn’t stand.

The career of a movie star consists of helping everyone else forget their troubles. Using charm and beauty and good cheer to make life look easy.

New carpet will exude poisonous formaldehyde for up to two years after it'd been laid. I know the feeling.

The joke is, we all have the same punchline.

I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.

No, none of us seem so very real. We're only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.

Ask yourself: What did I eat for breakfast today? What did I eat for dinner last night? You see how fast reality fades away?

Brandy is so attractive you could chop her head off and put it on blue velvet in the window at Tiffany's and somebody would buy it for a million dollars.

What do you do when your entire identity is destroyed in an instant? How do you cope when your whole life story turns out to bw wrong?

You ever wonder if Adam and Eve were just the puppies God dumped because they wouldn't house-train?

Which is worse, hell or nothing?

Today is just one of those days the sun comes out to really humiliate you.

I'm only confrontational with my friends.

All human beings search for either reasons to be good, or excuses to be bad.

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

There's still a thousand places I haven't gone to die.

There are worse things you can do to people you love than kill them.

Skinny guys fight till they're burger.

they should let some people into the library by prescription only

What if reality is nothing but some disease?

I hate how I don't feel real enough unless people are watching.

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

Maybe it's just a daughter's job to piss off her mother.

Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like a list.

Art never comes from happiness.

And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.

My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.