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 to live happily ever after." Really? "Really," she says. "So don't sweat it.
Chuck PalahniukI write compulsively. I've got so many ideas, and I love to do it so much, I can't not do it. I write the way some people do drugs.
Chuck PalahniukI want to find something else, unknowable, some place that's not on the map. A real adventure.
Chuck Palahniuk