Chuck Palahniuk, fully Charles Michael "Chuck" Palahniuk

Chuck
Palahniuk, fully Charles Michael "Chuck" Palahniuk
1962

American Novelist and Freelance Journalist with movies including Fight Club, Choke, Snuff, Romance

Author Quotes

Everything is a diary.

For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.

Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.

How this feels is I'm just another task in God's daily planner: The Renaissance penciled in for right after the Dark Ages. The Information Age is scheduled immediately after the Industrial Revolution. Then the Post-Modern Era, then The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Famine. Check. Pestilence. Check. War. Check. Death. Check. And between the big events, the earthquakes and tidal waves, God's got me squeezed in for a cameo appearance. Then maybe in thirty years, or maybe next year, God's daily planner has me finished.

A male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.

All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.

And if you can find any way out of our culture, then that's a trap too. Just wanting to get out of the trap reinforces the trap.

As a child of the 1970s, I couldn't hold a narrative in my head; I was lucky if I could hold a joke in my head, because every time you turn on television or radio, it wipes the slate clean - at least in my case. After I gave up television, I found I could carry longer and longer stories or ideas in my head and put them together until I was carrying an entire short story. That's pretty much when I started writing.

Be famous. Be a big social experiment in getting what you don't want. Find value in what we've been taught is worthless. Find good in what the world says is evil. I'm giving you my life because I want the whole world to know you. I wish the whole world would embrace what it hates. Find what you're afraid of most and go live there.

But if you tell folks you're a college student, folks are so impressed. You can be a student in anything and not have to know anything. Just say toxicology or marine biokinesis, and the person you're talking to will change the subject to himself. If this doesn't work, mention the neural synapses of embryonic pigeons.

Destruction is always an attractive idea. My brother and I used to spend weeks making models of cities so that we could destroy them in 15 minutes. There's a fantastic joy in destroying something that you've meticulously built. Then you're free to build a new thing. Destruction and creation they're inseparable.

Down through the ceiling comes a fire siren and people screaming that we're supposed to ignore. The gunshots and tires squealing, sounds we have to pretend are okay. They don't mean anything. It's just television. An explosion vibrates down from the upstairs. A woman begs someone not to rape her. It's not real. It's just a movie. We're the culture that cried wolf.

Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.

Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history?s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.

For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.

Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.

Here's Big Brother, singing and dancing, force-feeding you, so your mind never goes hungry enough to think.

How you're still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head and only see what you want. How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.

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First Name
Chuck
Last Name
Palahniuk, fully Charles Michael "Chuck" Palahniuk
Birth Date
1962
Bio

American Novelist and Freelance Journalist with movies including Fight Club, Choke, Snuff, Romance