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
authors death
Meeting authors is kind of the death of the characters. That is always heartbreaking.
I am enormously uncool. I've made a cottage industry of being uncool. And I'm fine with that.
adam barbecue birds breeds centuries coming deserted either enemies eve evolved future goats herds home island leave lived maybe natural next nowhere pair pigs plants predators remind sailors source thorns time visited voyages wonder
Centuries ago, sailors on long voyages used to leave a pair of pigs on every deserted island. Or they'd leave a pair of goats. Either way, on any future visit, the island would be a source of meat. These islands, they were pristine. These were home to breeds of birds with no natural predators. Breeds of birds that lived nowhere else on earth. The plants there, without enemies they evolved without thorns or poisons. Without predators and enemies, these islands, they were paradise. The sailors, the next time they visited these islands, the only things still there would be herds of goats or pigs. .... Does this remind you of anything? Maybe the ol' Adam and Eve story? .... You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?
becoming countries lush money people portland quickly third
Portland is quickly becoming one of those lovely, lush Third World countries where kinda-rich people retire with their money.
call
My father used to call me 'bird bones' and, well, the name fits.
rain acres forests
Every time we burn a gallon of gas or an acre of rain forest, aren't we killing the future to preserve the present?
men waiting tables
I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.
want glorious persons
You cannot be the person they know and the great, glorious person you want to become. Not at the same time.
insomnia awake
With insomnia, you're never really awake; but you're never really asleep.
fate people brilliant
History is filled with brilliant people who wanted to fix things and just made them worse.
culture cried
We're the culture that cried wolf.
suicide gin-and-tonic gin
Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.
wall hair smell
No one wants to admit we're addicted to music. That's just not possible. No one's addicted to music and television and radio. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume. We can't bear to be without it, but no, nobody's addicted. We could turn it off anytime we wanted. I fit a window frame into a brick wall. With a little brush, the size for fingernail polish, I glue it. The window is the size of a fingernail. The glue smells like hair spray. The smell tastes like oranges and gasoline.
veins acid batteries
I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.