Chuck Palahniuk
Chuck Palahniuk
Charles Michael "Chuck" Palahniukis an American novelist and freelance journalist, who describes his work as transgressional fiction. He is the author of the award-winning novel Fight Club, which also was made into an acclaimed film of the same name...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth21 February 1962
CityPasco, WA
CountryUnited States of America
honest life-is ifs
My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.
hysteria audience
Besides, hysteria is only possible with an audience.
hands lines littles
Mylife might be little and boring, but at least it’s mine - not some assembly-line, secondhand, hand-me-down life.
kissing want lips
Even if I overcompensate, nobody will ever want me. Not Seth. Not my folks. You can’t kiss someone who has no lips. Oh, love me, 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
missing missing-it
This is the greatest momemt of your life and your out missing it
hate persons
The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.
pigs males born
A male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.
jobs skills life-is
My whole life is about forgetting. It's my most valuable job skill.
real fight-club-book fight-club-novel
There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with.
years easy choke
I've been choking to death for years. By now this should be easy.
dark hands cry
Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.
views forever said
Rant said that view of time was set up so folks won't live forever. It's the planned obsolescence we've all agreed to...'Nothing says you have to swallow this,' Rant told me. 'You can always just die.
thinking people knowledge-is-power
Some people still think knowledge is power.
thinking blood effort
Skin, bones, blood and organs transplant from person to person. Even what’s inside you already, the colonies of microbes and bugs that eat your food for you, without them you’d die. Nothing of you is all-the-way yours. All of you is inherited. Whatever you’re thinking, a million other folks are thinking. Whatever you do, they’re doing, and none of you is responsible. All of you is a cooperative effort.