How this feels is I'm just another task in God's daily planner: The Renaissance pencilled 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.
Chuck PalahniukHELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing, and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.
Chuck PalahniukEverything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug historyโs 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.
Chuck PalahniukIf death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?
Chuck PalahniukDid perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?
Chuck PalahniukMy goal is more to be remembered. They'll remember this thing and like it in the future. The trick is to stay remembered long enough for that to happen.
Chuck PalahniukDaytime television, you can tell whoโs watching by the three kinds of commercials. Either itโs clinics for drying out drunks. Or itโs law firms who want to settle injury suits. Or itโs schools offering mail-order vocational degrees to make you a bookkeeper. A private detective. Or a locksmith. If youโre watching daytime television, this is your new demographic. Youโre a drunk. Or a cripple. Or an idiot.
Chuck Palahniuk