“Where I'm is one of those stair climbing machines the agent has installed. You climb and climb forever and never get off the ground. You're trapped in your hotel room. It's the mystical sweat love lodge experience of our time,… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
With my eyes closed, I ask if she knows how this will all turn out. "Long-term or short-term?" she asks. Both. "Long-term," she says, "we're all going to die. Then our bodies will rot. No surprise there. Short-term, we're going… — 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
