Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

I'm still sometimes convinced that I'm just making all of this up and I'm actually somewhere drooling in a straight jacket. This success is such a bizarre thing.

There was a time where I was really confused about who I was and what I was doing, and I was just kind of depressed.

It was one of those times when you can feel the air in a room. Everything stood still. I can remember the T-shirt I was wearing and the bag I was carrying. I don't think I breathed for 15 minutes. It was a devastating moment. They said they wanted me to experience more things. OK. I began contemplating things. Maybe I should take LSD or become a hooker. I left Juilliard and was just meandering and drifting for a while. Thank God I had support from my family and close friends. Bad times.

Oh my god what am I doing with my life?

Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts I never really dreamed of heaven much Until we put him in the ground. There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

An Irishman can be worried by the consciousness that there is nothing to worry about.

But now my problems had been set loose. They could be anywhere at any time and I was just like everyone else I knew: almost positive that there was something profoundly and undiagnosably wrong with me.

Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all. Running for my life and never looking back in case there's someone right behind me shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall. When the crazy wheel slows down where will I be? Back where I started.

He laughed a little, in an odd, nervous kind of way. "Because if I don't get going soon, the whole impetus may die--and if that happens, well, I really shall consider a long, restful plunge into insanity. Sometimes the abyss yawns very attractively.

We all question our sanity. Everyone has had an experience of loss of control of something.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.

I'm constantly having doubts and moments of depression and then excitement and then back into the slough of despond.

You have to know who you are, if you don't you have nightmares.

Now, I'm so relaxed that I have to make myself nervous. I feel better when I'm second and third guessing myself over everything. I play with the mice in my head, all the time.

I think that half of us feel fraudulent in our lives anyway. There's that strange disconnect of not really knowing what we're doing sometimes, or why it matters. It's our existential crisis.

The only thing I know anything about are my own fantasies and anxieties. I don't trust my eyes. I consider myself to be a short-story writer.

The deplorable mania of doubt exhausts me. I doubt about everything, even my doubts.

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad.

I don't understand my own sporadic collapses into passivity. Perhaps I never will.

Sometimes I wake up and think, 'How did I get here?'

I have no idea what I'm doin'. I've never seen me.

Tell me, do you think I'm going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.

I am not a man. I am not a human being inside. I am not that. I don't know what I am, but I am not that.

My life as an actor has submerged me completely because I don't know why.

I draw hundreds and hundreds of pictures of sort of gnarly looking men, so I don't know what that tells you. People who look like... they're waiting for a sandwich that's never going to come. I don't know what's wrong with me.