Chuck Palahniuk

Sponges don't have bad days.

It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

Without access to true chaos we'll never have true peace.

If you're ever in a big hotel lobby, and they start to play 'The Blue Danube Waltz,' get the hell out. Don't think, run.

Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.

We live and die and anything else is just delusion.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are...Or we can decide for ourselves.

The glue and resin smell in new cars is formaldehyde, she'd tell him, the same thing they use to preserve dead bodies.

It's the martyrdom of Saint Me.

This is the world we live in. I've been there, taken the MCAT. The Medical College Admission Test. I went to the USC School of Medicine long enough to know that a mole is never just a mole. That a simple headache means brain tumors, means double vision, numbness, vomiting followed by seizures, drowsiness, death.

The past, the future, life on other planets, everything is such a projection of life as we know it.

Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple.