Frases de Chuck Palahniuk

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“Você não entende nada e, depois, simplesmente morre.”

“As coisas que você possui acabam por possui-lo. Só depois de perder tudo é que você é livre para fazer qualquer coisa.”

“Você ganha poder fingindo ser fraco.”

“É tudo espelho, espelho na parede porque beleza é poder, da mesma forma que dinheiro é poder, da mesma forma que uma arma é poder.”

“Chorar é só o que dá para fazer nesta escuridão asfixiante (…) quando você percebe que tudo o que já fez não passa de lixo.”

“Um dia, eu gostaria de viver uma vida baseada em fazer coisas boas, em vez de simplesmente não fazer coisas ruins.”

“Nós podemos passar nossa vida deixando o mundo nos dizem quem somos. Sãos ou insanos. Santos ou viciados em sexo. Heróis ou vítimas. Podemos deixar a história contar quão bons ou ruins nós somos. Deixar nosso passado decidir o nosso futuro. Ou podemos decidir por nós mesmos. E talvez seja esse o nosso trabalho, inventar algo melhor.”

“Essa é sua vida, ela vai acabando a cada minuto.”

“Aquilo era libertador. Perder todas as esperanças era libertador. Se eu não dissesse nada, as pessoas do grupo sempre supunham o pior e choravam mais.
Eu chorava mais.
Olhe para as estrelas e desapareça.
Ao caminhar para casa depois de ir a um grupo de apoio eu me sentia mais vivo do que nunca.
Não tinha câncer ou parasitas no sangue. Eu era o pequeno centro de calor à volta do qual a vida se reunia.
E então eu dormia. Nem os bebês dormiam tão bem quanto eu.
Toda noite eu morria, e toda noite eu nascia.
Ressuscitava.”

“Praticamente sempre. Precisamos contar a história da nossa vida a alguém.”

“Sabe aquele ditado que diz que a gente destrói quem mais ama? Bom, o inverso também é verdadeiro.”

“Você não pode ser bonito até se sentir bonito.”

“Tenha suas aventuras, cometa seus erros e escolha mal seus amigos - tudo isso cria ótimas histórias.”

“Toda obra-prima é apenas sujeira e cinzas reunidas de maneira perfeita.”

“Todos nós crescemos vendo os mesmos programas de TV. É como se tivéssemos os mesmos implantes artificiais de memória. Não nos recordamos de quase nada da nossa verdadeira infância, mas nos lembramos de tudo o que aconteceu com as mesmas famílias dos seriados de comédia. Temos os mesmos objetivos básicos. Todos nós temos os mesmos medos.”

“O auto-aperfeiçoamento talvez não seja a solução (…) a solução talvez seja a autodestruição.”

“Nós todos assistimos aos mesmos programas de TV. Ouvimos as mesmas coisas no rádio, conversamos sobre os mesmos assuntos uns com os outros. Não há mais novidades. É tudo mais do mesmo. Reprises.”

“Cuando no sabemos a quién odiar, nos odiamos a nosotros mismos.”

“Se eu pudesse acordar em outro lugar, numa outra época, seria outra pessoa?”

“Um momento é o máximo que se pode esperar da perfeição.”

“Deseaba respirar humo.”

“Rejeite as suposições básicas da civilização, especialmente a importância dos bens materiais.”

“Você precisará sofrer para fazer qualquer arte de verdade.”

“O sentimento é menos como um final do que apenas outro ponto de partida.”

“O danificado ama o danificado.”

“Nada foi resolvido quando a luta terminou, mas nada importava.”

“O que você vê no clube da luta é uma geração de homens criados por mulheres.”

“Na maioria das vezes, é muito mais fácil não deixar o mundo saber o que há de errado.”

“O amante da garota se foi, mas sua sombra ainda estava lá.”

“Se você não está bêbado e seminu nesse ponto, não está prestando atenção.”

“Nossa forma mais pura de alegria ocorre quando as pessoas que invejamos se machucam. Essa forma mais genuína de alegria.”

“A coisa mais chata do mundo inteiro é a nudez. A segunda coisa mais chata é a honestidade.”

“Todos nós somos assombrados e assombrados.”

“Não havia um sentido real da vida, porque ela não tinha nada com o que contrastar.”

“Ei, você me criou! Não criei um alter-ego perdedor para me sentir melhor. Assuma alguma responsabilidade!”

“Her dress, swimsuit-tight, leotard-tight, her pantyhose run with women pedaling bicycles going nowhere at a thousand calories an hour.”

“Why have I sold out? You think I'm supposed to grow old, beating some trite old protest drum that people don't hear anymore? Please; protest is now just a backdrop for a Diesel clothing ad in a slick fashion magazine. My goal is to create a metaphor that changes our reality by charming people into considering their world in a different way. It's time — for me, at least — to be clever and seduce people by entertaining them. I'll never be heard if I'm always ranting and griping.”

“The earth, he'd say, is just a big machine. A big processing plant. A factory. That's your big answer. The big truth. Think of a rock polisher, one of those drums, goes round and round, rolls twenty-four/seven, full of water and rocks and gravel. Grinding it all up. Round and round. Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones. That's the earth. Why it goes round. We're the rocks. And what happens to us--the drama and pain and joy and war and sickness and victory and abuse--why, that's just the water and sand to erode us. Grind us down. To polish us up, nice and bright.”

“Sure, everybody wants to play God, but for me it's a full-time job.”

“Doctor Sarah didn't start out by attacking and berating everybody who called her radio show," Mona says. "She used to have a little time slot and a little audience, and she seemed to really care about helping people."”

“The way you can go to Paris or Beijing, Oyster says, and everywhere there's a McDonald's hamburger, this is the ecological equivalent of franchised life-forms. Every place is the same place. Kudzu. Zebra mussels. Water hyacinths. Starlings. Burger Kings. The local natives, anything unique gets squeezed out.. He says, "We're landscaping the whole world one stupid mistake at a time."”

“These people so scared of silence. These are my neighbors. These sound-oholics. These quiet-ophobics.”

“As a fundraiser, our first idea was 'Five Bucks to Punch a Mime.”

“I used to think the secret to a happy ending was to bring down the curtain at the exact right time. A moment after happiness, then everything's all wrong, again.”

“Every generation wants to be the last. Every generation hates the next trend in music they can't understand. We hate to give up the reins of our culture. To find our own music playing in elevators. The ballad for our revolution, turned into background music for a television commercial. To find our generation's clothes and hair suddenly retro.”

“In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was a kind of tumbler. The same as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. All of us, we're meant to be worn smooth by conflict and pain of every kind. To be polished. There was nothing bad about this. This wasn't suffering. It was erosion. It was just another, a basic, an important step in the refining process.”

“In journalism school, what they want you to be is a camera. A trained, objective, detached professional. Accurate, polished, and observant. They want you to believe that the new and you are always two separate things. Killers and reporters are mutually exclusive. Whatever the story, this isn't about you.”

“I love being with people. But I need a script, a role, something that will help me overcome my fears of rejection and shame. Most religions and belief systems provide a blueprint for some sort of community. And the religion’s leaders model a way of being. For example, in my book Choke, a character enacts his own death and resurrection every night – as does the narrator in Fight Club. Here’s Jesus, allowing himself to look terrible in front of his peers. That’s the biggest purpose of religious gathering: permission to look terrible in public.”

“When ancient Greeks had a thought, it occurred to them as a god or goddess giving an order. Apollo was telling them to be brave. Athena was telling them to fall in love. Now people hear a commercial for sour cream potato chips and rush out to buy them, but now they call this free will. At least the Greeks were being honest.”

“Down through the ceiling comes a fire siren and people screaming that we're supposed to ignore. The gunshots and tires squeeling, sounds wee have to pretend are okay. They don't mean anything. It's just television. An explosion vibrates down from the upstairs. A woman begs someone not to rape her. It's not real. It's just a movie. We're the culture that cried wolf.”

“I need to rebel against myself. It's the opposite of following your bliss. I need to do what I most fear.”

“It simply makes sense that I should miss my parents more than they miss me, especially when you consider that they only loved me for thirteen years while I loved them my entire life.”

“Imagine immortality, where even a marriage of fifty years would feel like a one-night stand. Imagine seeing trends and fashions blur past you. Imagine the world more crowded and desperate every century. Imagine changing religions, homes, diets, careers, until none of them have any real value. Imagine traveling the world until you're bored with every square inch. Imagine your emotions, your loves and hates and rivalries and victories, played out again and again until life is nothing more than a melo-dramatic soap opera. Until you regard the birth and death of other people with no more emotion than the wilted cut flowers you throw away.”

“Maybe this is why so many serial killers work in pairs. It's nice not to feel alone in a world full of victims or enemies.”

“Yes, and I know that when a supersexy older girl with hips and breasts and nice hair wants to take off your glasses and to paint you a smokey eye she's merely trying to enroll you in a beauty contest she's already won. It's the kind of slummy, condescending gesture, like when rich people ask poor people where they summer. To me, this smacks of a blatant, insensitive 'let them eat cake' type of chauvinism.”

“To create a race of masters from a race of slaves, Mr. Whittier said, to teach a controlled group of how to create their own lives, Moses had to be an asshole.”

“Going to spring break at Ft. Lauderdale, getting drunk and flashing your breasts isn't an act of personal empowerment. It's you, so fashioned and programmed by the construct of a patriarchal society that you no longer know what's best for yourself. A damsel too dumb to know she is even in distress.”

“How sweet! You still believe in death… that's just so… quaint. Well, sorry to pop your death bubble, but there's no such thing. So make the best of things. Any real belief in death is just wishful thinking. Don't waste good drugs on killing yourself. Share them with friends and have a party. Or send them to me.”

“The more people die, the more things stay the same.”

“I lost my virginity through my ear.”

“Here's Big Brother, singing and dancing, force-feeding you, so your mind never goes hungry enough to think.”

“A journalist has a right… …and a duty, to destroy the golden calves he helps create.”

“Every apostle or disciple," Mrs. Clarke says, "as much as their running to follow they're savior-they're running just as hard to escape something else.”

“Centuries ago, sailors on long voyages used to leave a pair of pigs on every deserted island. Or they'd leave a pair of goats. Either way, on any future visit, the island would be a source of meat. These islands, they were pristine. These were home to breeds of birds with no natural predators. Breeds of birds that lived nowhere else on earth. The plants there, without enemies they evolved without thorns or poisons. Without predators and enemies, these islands, they were paradise. The sailors, the next time they visited these islands, the only things still there would be herds of goats or pigs. …. Does this remind you of anything? Maybe the ol' Adam and Eve story? …. You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?”