For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
I take pens and I write on the inside of my arm. When I'm with people and somebody says a really fascinating… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
What's burning down is a re-creation of a period revival house patterned after a copy of a copy of a copy of… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Because after you've crossed some lines, you just keep crossing them. And there's no escaping from constant escape. Distracting ourselves. Avoiding confrontation. Getting past… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
According to Plato, we don't learn anything. Our soul has lived so many lives that we know everything. Teachers and education can only remind… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
His saliva tasted like the wet dicks of ten thousand lonely truck drivers. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
“We drive west the rest of the night, away from where the sun will come up, trying to outrace it, trying not to see… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Nobody's told me anything to date that I've been completely reviled by. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
“Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.” — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Verbs allow you to communicate a story in a much more converged or involuntary way for a reader. The verbs allow you to come… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
