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
jobs gun mouths
Tyler gets me a job as a waiter, after that Tyler's pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step to eternal life is you have to die.
beauty wall gun
It's all mirror, mirror on the wall because beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power.
gun vowels teeth
With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.
gun mouths wonder
Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.
wall gun brain
Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.
fake-people gun literature
Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.
best hoped
Still, with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. I'd always hoped for something better than that.
giving life love prove
I'm giving you my life to prove to myself I can, I really can love somebody.
characters coping mechanisms
I want my characters to really overuse their coping mechanisms to the point where they break down within 300 pages.
edge last life moment risk seemed
It seemed that moment would last forever. That you had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge to ever be saved.
exist germs god people
Arguing that God doesn't exist would be like people in the 10th century arguing that germs and microbes didn't exist because they couldn't see them.
apostle escape follow hard running
Every apostle or disciple, as much as they're running to follow their savior- they're running just as hard to escape something else.
age god
At the age of 31, I realized, 'Oh my God, I may die like everyone else.'
drama full goes grinding happens joy nice pain polish rock rocks rolls round sand sickness twenty ugly victory war water
Think of a rock polisher, one of those drums, goes round and round, rolls twenty four/seven, full of water and rocks and gravel. Grinding it all up. Round and round. Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones. That's the earth. Why it goes around. We're the rocks. And what happens to us- the drama and pain and joy and war and sickness and victory and abuse- why, that's just the water and sand to erode us. Grind us down. To polish us up, nice and bright.