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
song faces empty
This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.
song hair two
This is why I loved the support groups so much, if people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention. If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you. Everything else about their checkbook balance and radio songs and messy hair went out the window. You had their full attention. People listened instead of just waiting for their turn to speak. And when they spoke, they weren't just telling you a story. When the two of you talked, you were building something, and afterward you were both different than before.
mom son mistress
The truth is, every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married. I don't know, but until your mom dies it seems like all the other women in your life can never be more than just your mistress.
beat next people saw song time wave
I think a lot of people saw 'Fight Club' and thought, 'Right, here's our next Che Guevara, here's our next Fidel Castro, here's someone who's going to wave the flag.' And I was like, 'No, it's just a book. And if I beat that drum, if I play that song one more time, I won't have a career.'
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.
looks room three windows woods
I usually write in my kitchen, which is a large, octagonal room that looks into woods - three big windows look out into the trees.