Chuck Palahniuk

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die. On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero.

She's so thin she must be either dying or rich.

What I want is to be needed.
What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

You want to know the real reason why I won't fuck you? <...> Maybe the truth is I really want to like you instead.

It’s funny, the way your mind tries to make sense out of chaos.

“Enough of any stress,” the doctor says, “good or bad, love or pain, can cripple our reason and bring us ideas and talents we can achieve in no other way.”

She'd expect that young man to be perfect, smart, and talented, everything to compensate for all the mistakes that she'd made. The whole wasted, unhappy mess of her life.

"Sticking feathers up your butt," Tyler says, "does not make you a chicken."

The unreal is more powerful than the real.
Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.

Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget

When that breaks down, and it always does, the dreamer returns to the world.

You’ll need to suffer to make any real art.

Anything you're ever proud of will be thrown away.

According to graphology, if you take your index finger and trace someone’s handwriting, maybe you take a wooden spoon or chopstick and you just write on top of the written words, you can feel exactly how the writer felt at the time he wrote.