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
lying fall tree
If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?
lying love-you snakes
I tiger can smile A snake will say it loves you Lies make us evil
children lying exercise
Beginning with Santa Claus as a cognitive exercise, a child is encouraged to share the same idea of reality as his peers. Even if that reality is patently invented and ludicrous, belief is encouraged with gifts that support and promote the common cultural lies. The greatest consensus in modern society is our traffic systems. The way a flood of strangers can interact, sharing a path, almost all of them traveling without incident. It only takes one dissenting driver to create anarchy.
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.
lying alive ceilings
Tyler lies back and asks, "If Marilyn Monroe were alive right now, what would she be doing?" I say, goodnight. The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling and Tyler says, "Clawing at the lid of her coffin.
beautiful stars lying
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep...wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you....The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'
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.