Chuck Palahniuk

Somewhere in heaven, you're live on a video web site for God to surf.

When it's time to reintroduce me to solid foods, their words again, it's pureed chicken and strained carrots. Baby foods. Everything mashed or pulverized or crushed. You are what you eat.

"She has to take a needle and thread and sew herself up" ".. The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open"

Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a vacuum cleaner, a Barbie doll. Erasing a computer disk. Burning a book. Probably that goes for killing anyone in the world. We're all such products.

Rip yourself open. Sew yourself shut.

Your folks are like God because you want to know they're out there and you want them to approve of your life, still you only call them when you're in crisis and need something.

"First," Manus says, "your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life."

"The whole time, growing up," Evie says, "I just thought being a woman would be...not such a disappointment."

You have to keep recycling yourself.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

Game shows are designed to make us feel better about the random, useless facts that are all we have left of our education.

This is the world we live in. Conditions change and we mutate.