This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It's right here. Look at it.
Catalog
Chuck Pahlaniuk
We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.
How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve.
Now, a question of etiquette—as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?
Fuck off with your sofa units and green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let...let's evolve, let the chips fall where they may.
It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.
I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I'm free in all the ways that you are not.
We're consumers. We are the byproducts of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.
Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!
If we are God's unwanted children, so be it!
First you've gotta know—not fear, know—that someday you're gonna die.
Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
You are not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, in all probability he hates you. It's not the worst thing that could happen.
The things you own end up owning you.
Hi, you're gonna call off your rigorous investigation. You're gonna publicly state that there is no underground group, or, these guys are gonna take your balls. They're gonna send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times, press release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you…
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Self-improvement is masturbation.
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.