chuck-palahniuk

How miserably hypocritical, you might say, but no sooner am I offered a chance to flee Hell than I yearn to stay. Few families hold their relations as closely as do prisons. Few marriages sustain the high level of passion that exists between criminals and those who seek to bring them to justice. It__ no wonder the Zodiac Killer flirted so relentlessly with the police. Or that Jack the Ripper courted and baited detectives with his - or her - coy letters. We all wish to be pursued. We all long to be desired.

Humiliation is humiliation only when you choose to suffer.

Your past is just a story. And once you realise this, it has no power over you.

Real smart begins when you quit quoting other people.

To Mr. Jones, she said, imagine you're looking up at a blue sky, and imagine a tiny airplane skywriting the letter Z. Then let the wind erase the letter. Then imagine the plane writing the letter Y. Let the wind erase it. Then the letter X. Erase it. Then the letter W. Let the wind erase it.

You think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you__e changing a patio light bulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you__l only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you__l be dead.

Therefore, when we neglect to fear such a brittle monstrosity, we render it powerless.

For official record, if become bankrupt old retail distribution centers-labeled supermega, so-enlarged foodstuff market- later reincarnate to become worship shrine. First sell food-stuff, next then same structure sell battered furnitures, next now born as gymnasium club, next broker flea markets, only at final end of life...sell religions.

Cited from Chuck Palahniuk, 2003 - do not suffer do not rejoice, be not complimented or offended by such gifts. Judge not, lest ye be judged (Ejump, 2017)

The problem with educating stupid people was that they didn__ know they were stupid. The same went for curing crazy people.

I asked if Tyler was an artist. Tyler shrugged...What Tyler had created was the shadow of a giant hand. . . he said how at exactly four-thirty the hand was perfect. The giant shadow hand was perfect for one minute, and for one perfect minute Tyler sat in the palm of a perfection he'd created himself. One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.

In capitalist nation, all is decided by money.

You__e thrown down the gauntlet. You__e brought my wrath down upon your house. Now, to prove that I exist I must kill you. As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the author. If you are, in fact, my continuing author, then killing you will end my existence as well. Small loss. Such a life, as your puppet, is not worth living.But_ If I destroy you and your dreck script, and I still exist_ then my existence will be glorious, for I will become my own master.

To cope, he and his siblings _ older and younger sisters, a younger brother - created a game called Henry Kissinger. Palahniuk remembers that as their parents fought, lots would be drawn to see who would play Kissinger. 'This was the early to mid-70s, when Kissinger was a hero, forging peace in the Middle East,' he explains. 'Whoever became Henry Kissinger would have to go and redirect our parents_ attention or anger to a different crisis.' The child who drew the short straw would severely hurt himself, presenting himself as 'this injured thing' in an effort to diffuse conflict.