Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing.
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Chuck Palahniuk
Charles Michael "Chuck" Palahniuk (/ˈpɔːlənɪk/) (born February 21, 1962) is an American novelist and freelance journalist, who describes his work as "transgressional" fiction. He is the author of the award-winning novel Fight Club, which also was made into an acclaimed film of the same name. 2Early life Palahniuk was born in Pasco, Washington, the son of Carol Adele (née Tallent) and Fred Palahniuk. He has French, Russian, and Ukrainian ancestry. His paternal grandfather was Ukrainian and migrated to New York from Canada in 1907. Palahniuk grew up living in a mobile home in Burbank, Washington. His parents separated when he was 14 and subsequently divorced, often leaving him and his three siblings to live with their maternal grandparents at their cattle ranch in Eastern Washington. Palahniuk acknowledged in a 2007 interview that he is a distant nephew of actor Jack Palance, and that his family had talked of distant relations with Palance. In his 20s, Palahniuk attended the University of Oregon School of Journalism, graduating in 1986. While attending college, he worked as an intern for National Public Radio member station KLCC in Eugene, Orego
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
I don't want to die without any scars.
Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.
Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn’t bother to torture you if she didn’t.
It’s funny how you never think about the women you’ve had. It’s always the ones who get away that you can’t forget.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness.
People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.
If we can forgive what’s been done to us... If we can forgive what we’ve done to others... If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being villains or victims. Only then can we maybe rescue the world.
People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind.