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.
relationship death special-you
Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.
death nice angel
Maybe this is why so many serial killers work in pairs. It's nice not to feel alone in a world full of victims or enemies. It's no wonder Waltraud Wagner, the Austrian Angel of Death, convinced her friends to kill with her. It just seems natural. You and me against the world...
death lying animal
Marla tells me how in the wild you don't see old animals because as soon as they age, animals die. If they get sick or slow down, something stronger kills them. Animals aren't meant to get old. Marla lies down on her bed and undoes the tie on her bathrobe, and says our culture has made death something wrong. Old animals should be an unnatural exception. Freaks.
death people dying
If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.
death firsts steps
The first step to eternal life, is you have to die.
death hero names
Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.
change death character
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?
life death suicide
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
death wisdom zero
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
death wall pain
I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, 'Why?' Why did I cause so much pain? Didnt I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, 'No, that's not right.' Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
death truth real
Reality means you live until you die. The real truth is nobody wants reality.
death drug
It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.
death wishful
Any real belief in death is just wishful thinking.