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
sadness bad-day closing-up
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel peaceful. Not happy. Not sad. Not anxious. Not horny. Just all the higher parts of my brain closing up shop. The cerebral cortex. The cerebellum. That's where my problem is. I'm now simplifying myself. Somewhere balanced in the perfect middle between happiness and sadness. Because sponges never have a bad day.
want claire
Anything pretty,' Claire will tell you, 'it's only for sale because no one wants it.
mom dream dad
Her mom and dad are both doctors and want her to follow her dream, not turn out the way they have, no matter how much it costs them.
beautiful looks assuming
They assume she was once gorgeously beautiful. Because now she looks so—bad.
drama stupid silly
Some stories, she’d say, the more you tell them, the faster you use them up. Those kind, the drama burns off, and every version, they sound more silly and flat. The other kind of story, it uses you up. The more you tell it, the stronger it gets. Those kind of stories only remind you how stupid you were. Are. Will always be.
suicide missing stories
Telling some stories, Miss Leroy says, is committing suicide.
thinking scary-stories echoes
That’s how a scary story works. It echoes some ancient fear. It re-creates some forgotten terror. Something we’d like to think we’ve grown beyond. But it can still scare us to tears. It’s something you’d hoped was healed.
jobs hate tricks
If there’s any trick to doing a job you hate . . . Mrs. Clark says it’s to find a job you hate even more.
dark black-and-white light
In light this bright, after so long in the dark, everything we can see is only black and white. Only glaring shape-outlines we have to blink against.
mother believe love-you
How can you possibly believe he really loves you?” Miss Sneezy looks from the Mother to the Saint to Mr. Whittier’s hand.“You have no choice,” Mr. Whittier tells her. “If you need to be loved.
long use lines
What you forget when you're planning a hijack by yourself is somewhere along the line, you might need to neglect your hostages just long enough so you can use the bathroom.
gun vowels teeth
With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.
kissing boys littles
The little boy smiled back at all the angry faces glaring in at him. And the little boy blew kisses.
growing-up firsts moments
We all have this moment, when your folks first see you as someone not growing up to be them.