The greatest weapon any warrior can carry into battle is absolute certainty of her eternal soul.
Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
It’s not true that your life flashes before your eyes when you die. At least, not all of it. Some of your life might flash. Other portions of your life it might take you years and years to recall. That, I think, is the function of Hell: It’s a place of remembering. Beyond that, the purpose of Hell is not so much to forget the details of our lives as it is to forgive them.
Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
Reread that Bronte book all you want, but Jane Eyre’s never going to get gender-reassignment surgery or train to become a kick-ass ninja assassin.
Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.
Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
It’s obsequious little nicety-nice girls like me who allow assholes to run the world: Miss Harlot O’Harlots, billionaire phony tree huggers, hypocrite drug-snorting, weed-puffing peace activists who fund the mass-murdering drug cartels and perpetuate crushing poverty in dirt-poor banana republics. It’s my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.
Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
I can become someone else, not out of pressure and desperation, but merely because a new life sounds fun or interesting or joyful.
Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It’s an addiction to break.
Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
“Death is a long process,” Archer says. “Your body is just the first part of you that croaks.” Meaning: beyond that, your dreams have to die. Then your expectations. And your anger about investing a lifetime learning shit and loving people and earning money, only to have all that crap come to basically nothing. Really, your physical body dying is the easy part. Beyond that, your memories must die. And your ego. Your pride and shame and ambition and hope, all that Personal Identity Crap can take centuries to expire.
Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
Reading most books feels exactly like you’re a dead body. It’s all so… finished.
Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
I’ve never been that desperate for attention. Do not mistake me for one of those troubled preteens who walk around, practically wearing a T-shirt which says: ASK ME ABOUT MY RAPE.Or, ASK ME ABOUT MY ALCOHOLISM.
Chuck Palahniuk, Damned