He was the kind of boy any young girl should date while she's still able to recover. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
The girl traced the outline of her lover's shadow so she would always have a record of how he looked... — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
My stories always have these twisted happy endings, and the boy always gets the girl. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
The girls you meet are never very far from their worst-case scenario. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Does it hurt very much to die? Well, sweetheart, yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
The girl is infectious human waste, and she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won't commit… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
If it is the case that love does survive death, then you may consider this to be a happy ending. Boy meets… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
“My secret wish is right now to be romancing this dead girl. A dead girl. Any dead girl. I'm not what you'd… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
I know that when a supersexy older girl with hips and breasts and nice hair wants to take off your glasses and to paint you a smoky eye she's merely trying to enroll you in a beauty contest she's already won. It's a kind of slummy, condescending gesture, like when rich people ask poor people where they summer. To me,… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share
We don't need women. There are plenty other things in the world to have sex with, just go to a sexaholics meeting and take notes. There's microwaved watermelons. There's the vibrating handles of lawn mowers right at crotch level. There's vacuum cleaners and beanbag chairs. Internet sites. All those old chat room sex hounds pretending to be sixteen-year-old girls. For… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share
It's obsequious little nicety-nice girls like me who allow assholes to run the world: Miss Harlot O'Harlots, billionaire phony tree huggers, hypocrite drug-snorting, weed-puffing peace activists who fund the mass-murdering drug cartels and perpetuate crushing poverty in dirt-poor banana republics. It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share
Every character sees the world through a framework of education and experience that they're proud experts about. To write a character, find… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
The first time we meet another person an insidious little voice in our heads says, "I might wear eyeglasses or be chunky… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please. The… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
The religious school she went to, growing up, Ms. Wright said how all the girls had to wear a scarf tied to cover their ears at all times. Based on the biblical idea that the Virgin Mary became pregnant when the Holy Spirit whispered in her ear. The idea that ears were vaginas. That, hearing just one wrong idea, you… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share
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
