Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
How you're still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Tyler gets me a job as a waiter, after that Tyler's pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person. — 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
