Chuck Palahniuk Death Quotations

If nothing else, there's comfort in recognising that no matter how much we fail and sin, death will limit our suffering.

You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.

If 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?

Reality means you live until you die. The real truth is nobody wants reality.

The first step to eternal life, is you have to die.

I think that I am responsible for the death of thousands of things and for the misery of thousands of people, just through the things that I buy and how I live my life, and these are not things that ever deserved to die.

Any real belief in death is just wishful thinking.

Meeting authors is kind of the death of the characters. That is always heartbreaking.

Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

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. It's no wonder Waltraud Wagner, the Austrian Angel of Death, convinced her friends to kill with her. It just seems natural. You and me against the world...

Marla tells me how in the wild you don't see old animals because as soon as they age, animals die. If they get sick or slow down, something stronger kills them. Animals aren't meant to get old. Marla lies down on her bed and undoes the tie on her bathrobe, and says our culture has made death something wrong. Old animals should be an unnatural exception. Freaks.

If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.

Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.

On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, 'Why?' Why did I cause so much pain? Didnt I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, 'No, that's not right.' Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.