Chuck Palahniuk

Do you know why most survivors of the Holocaust are vegan? It's because they know what it's like to be treated like an animal.

Maybe God left it up to people to develop the ability to bring back Christ into their lives. Maybe God wanted us to invent our own savior when we were ready. When we need it most. Denny says maybe it's up to us to create our own messiah. To save ourselves.

The lucky ones are just born dead.

There's still a thousand places I haven't gone to die.

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.

At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.

What makes the earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven.

...,dying seems like the greatest weakness, and in a world where people say you're lazy for not shaving your legs, then being dead seems like the ultimate character flaw. Chapter I.

In all seriousness, Archer claims that if you, as a living, alive person, hear the song "You're the One That I Want" from the musical Grease three times in a single day - seemingly by accident, whether in an elevator, on a radio, a telephone hold button, or whatever - it indicates that you'll surely die before sunset.

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

Find joy in everything you choose to do. Every job, relationship, home... it's your responsibility to love it, or change it.

The worst part of writing fiction is the fear of wasting your life behind a keyboard. The idea that, dying, you'll realize you only lived on paper. Your only adventures were make-believe, and while the world fought and kissed, you sat in some dark room masturbating and making money.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing, and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.

And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.