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
light facts events
Everything you see is based on fact of a event thats already happen, Even light only travels so fast.
stupid sleep light
Most people would never admit it, but they'd been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good. Just the effort it took to keep your stupid physical body alive, just finding food and cooking it and dishwashing, the keeping warm and bathing and sleeping, the walking and bowel movements and ingrown hairs, it was all getting to be too much work.
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.
christmas flower light
That quest for something pretty. A cheat. A cliche. Flowers and Christmas lights, it's what we're programmed to love.
thinking light years
You think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you’re changing a patio light bulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you’ll only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you’ll be dead.
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.
crave forget matter sex
The thing about sex is no matter how much you crave it, you can forget it.