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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fa241bc | When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 61cd891 | When you can just crumble up and throw your past in the trash can, then we'll figure out who you're going to be. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| ae5ec0c | Are you there, Satan? It's me, Madison. My taste for power continues to grow, as does my ability to accrue it. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 4d9d76b | Si tal vez no necesitaramos de un personaje mitico y salvaje para representar nuestras vidas en proceso de desaparicion. | personaje rant vida | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 7336804 | Por mucha bendicion que haya, o talento, o tecnologia, siempre podemos encontrar la forma de cagarla | palahniuk rant | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 7c043d9 | Hay gente que nace humana. Al resto nos cuesta toda la vida conseguirlo. | palahniuk rant vida | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 2ea45d1 | And it's funny how when somebody saves you, the first thing you want to do is save other people. | heroism saving | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 8ef7d09 | The future you have tomorrow won't be the same future you had yesterday. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| b5bb863 | But I don't want to go back. Not yet. Just because. Because every once in a while, somebody brings me my lunch tray and my meds and he has a black eye or his forehead is swollen with stitches, and he says: "We miss you Mr. Durden." Or somebody with a broken nose pushes a mop past me and whispers: "Everything's going according to the plan. Whispers "We're going to break up civilization so we can make something better out of the world." Whisp.. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 68cef80 | I'm the dick that killed Cassie Lynn Wright. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| dd0ed90 | My mom would spy by satellite, turning down the air conditioning, colder and colder, with a tapping keystroke via her wireless connection, chilling that house, that one room, meat locker cold, ski-slope cold, spending a king's ransom on Freon and electric power, trying to make some doomed ten bucks' worth of pretty pink flowers last one more day. | electricity energy rich waste wastefulness | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 624c04a | With the elevator stopped between floors, my view is about a cockroach above the green linoleum, and from here at cockroach level the green corridor stretches toward the vanishing point, past half-open doors where titans and their gigantic wives drink barrels of champagne and bellow to each other wearing diamonds bigger than I feel. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 79650cd | Somewhere in heaven, you're on a live video Web site for God to surf. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| d6e7f78 | One day the wickedness of the kings of the world would destroy us, oh sorrow, and armies of the world would march upon us, wailing, and the purest of the children of God would have to deliver themselves unto the Lord by their own hand. The Deliverance. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| ba81e87 | Then I thought, a sex change", she says, "a sexual reassignment surgery [...] It was just the biggest mistake I could make. The biggest challenge I could give myself". She says, "You have to jump into disaster with both feet"." | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 91febce | You just don't expect to meet dead people. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 8dda94d | My hands are numb. I can't feel my face. My tongue belongs to somebody else. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 546fdb8 | I have no idea where they're going with this. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| fd04f95 | Give me amnesia. Flash. Give me new parents. Flash. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 0ecba75 | Felching is when a man fucks you up the butt without a rubber. He shoots his load, and then plants his mouth on your anus and sucks out his own warm sperm, plus whatever lubrication and feces are present. That's felching. It may or may not, include kissing you to pass the sperm and fecal matter into your mouth. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 8edea90 | Silence. Give me control. Give me calm. Give me restraint. Flash. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| e97027c | Your every emotion goes right over the top with a big audience. It's either laughter or tears, with no in-between. Those tigers in zoos, they must have a big opera all the time. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| db4ea3b | The big wet face settles down on top of my head, and I am lost inside. This is when I'd cry. Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 80715dc | This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. If I didn't say anything, people in a group assumed the worst. They cried harder. I cried harder. Look up into the stars and you're gone. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| ed56669 | And married peolpe always think love is the answer. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 4e1a958 | Somewhere outside the hospital, in a motel room full of bloody towels with his tool box of knives and needles, or driving down the highway to his next victim, or kneeling over a dog, drugged and cut up in a dirty bathtub, is the man a million dogs must hate. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 790dcba | At almost every meeting since then, Big Bob has made me cry. I never went back to the doctor. I never chewed the valerian root. This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. If I didn't say anything, people in a group assumed the worst. They cried harder, I cried harder. Look up into the stars and you're gone. Walking home after a support group, I felt more alive than I'd ever felt. I wasn't host to cancer or blood parasites; I was the li.. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 04b49a3 | How embarrassing. Give me needy emotional whining bullshit. Flash. Give me self-absorbed egocentric twaddle. Christ. Fuck me, I'm so tired of being me. Me beautiful. Me ugly, Blonde. Brunette. A million fucking fashion makeovers that only that only leave me trapped being me. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| e909a50 | Give me needy emotional whining bullshit. Flash. Give me self-absorbed egocentric twaddle. Christ. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 16ca444 | Go figure, but Texans seem to be a lot more comfortable around disastrous house fires than they are around anal sex. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| a5b8a33 | Brandy says, "The best way is not to fight it, just go. Don't be trying all the time to fix things. What you run from only stays with you longer. When you fight something, you only make it stronger." She says, "Don't do what you want." She says, "Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want." It's the opposite of following your bliss. Brandy tells me, "Do the things that scare you the most." | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 9e4efcf | You count the facts and it's so depressing. I can only eat baby food. My best friend screwed my fiance. My fiance almost stabbed me to death. I've set fire to a house and been pointing a rifle at innocent people all night. My brother I hate has come back from the dead to upstage me. I'm an invisible monster, and I'm incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 404d3a9 | Arson, kidnapping, I think I'm up to murder. Maybe all this will get me just a glimmer of attention, not the good, glorious kind, but still the national media kind. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 658c715 | In the movie where somebody is invisible all the sudden--you know, a nuclear radiation fluke or a mad scientist recipe--and you think, what would I do if I was invisible...? Like go into the guy's locker room at Gold's Gym or, better yet, the Oakland Raiders' locker room. Stuff like that. Scope things out. Go to Tiffany's and shoplift diamond tiaras and stuff. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 2879b4e | Evie says, "It's not living alone if you keep a rifle under the bed." | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 7b9dee1 | In the outside world, my brother told me, people were as reckless as animals and fornicated with strangers on the street. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| f1ace10 | It felt good to stand out from the world, just mysterious and pious. You weren't a lantern under any basquet. You stood out righteous as a sore thumb. You were the one holy man to keep God from crushing all of the Sodom and Gomorrah seething around you in the Valley Plaza Shoping Center. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 727c7df | We're all going overnight express delivery straight to Hell. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 4126acc | Si estas leyendo esto, el aviso va dirigido a ti. Cada palabra que leas de esta letra pequena inutil, es un segundo menos de vida para ti. ?No tienes otras cosas que hacer? ?Tu vida esta tan vacia que no se te ocurre otra forma de pasar estos momentos? ?o te impresiona tanto la autoridad que concedes credito y respeto a todos los que dicen ostentarla? ?lees todo lo que te dicen que leas? ?Piensas todo lo que te dicen que pienses? ?Compras t.. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 9d5e8a6 | This makeover would make piercings and tattoos and brandings look so lame, all those little fashion revolts so safe that they themselves only become fashionable. Those little paper tiger attempts to reject looking good that only end up reinforcing it. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| a27e94c | Cuando nos morimos, esas son las historias que siguen en nuestro labios. Las historias que solamente les contamos a desconocidos, en algun lugar intimo de la celda acolchada de la medianoche. Esas historias importantes que nos pasamos anos ensayando mentalmente pero que nunca contamos. Esas historias son fantasmas, que traen a la gente de vuelta de entre los muertos. Solamente un momento. De visita. Cada historia es un fantasma. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| b29afee | Izbivame khora, za da spasim choveshki zhivoti. Gorim knigi, za da spasiavame drugi knigi. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 6a3842c | When it comes to choosing a savior, they won't settle for just a human being. | religion savior | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 498ce79 | The closest thing that comes to how the day felt is when you wipe back to front. You're on the toilet. You're not thinking, and you smear shit on the back of your hanging-down wrinkled ball skin. The more you try to wipe it clean, the skin stretches and the mess keeps getting bigger. The thin layer of shit spreads into the hair and down your thighs. That's how a day like this, how it feels to keep secret. | Chuck Palahniuk |