Chuck Palahniuk

And maybe you don't go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things read more

And maybe you don't go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don't do.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. read more

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better.

When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd read more

When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if she'd ever just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the read more

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

Imagine books and music and movies being filtered and homogenized. Certified. Approved for consumption. People will be happy to give read more

Imagine books and music and movies being filtered and homogenized. Certified. Approved for consumption. People will be happy to give up most of their culture for the assurance that the tiny bit that comes through is safe and clean. White noise.