When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we’ll only tell strangers, someplace private in the padded… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
What I'm always trying to do with every book is to recreate the effect of the stories we heard as children in… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
If you knew that your life was merely a phase or short, short segment of your entire existence, how would you live?… — 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
