Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
In light this bright, after so long in the dark, everything we can see is only black and white. Only glaring shape-outlines… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
This would be...a book that would be a trapdoor down into some place dark. A place only you could go, alone, when… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
If you start in the pit of despair with these profane, awful things, even a glimmer of hope or awareness is going… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
I thought why not write a kind of mystery, murder, thriller book, but use romance language where the language plays completely against… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
The worst part of writing fiction is the fear of wasting your life behind a keyboard. The idea that, dying, you'll realize… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
I know that I'm going to die and that you're going to die. I can't do anything about that. But I can… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
It's creepy, but here we are, the Pilgrims, the crackpots of our time, trying to establish our own alternate reality. To build… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Maybe the only thing each of us can see is our own shadow. Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
How this feels is I'm just another task in God's daily planner: The Renaissance pencilled in for right after the Dark Ages.… — 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
