Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

My hatred gives me strength.

Self-hatred is worse than loneliness.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

A foolishness is inflicted with a hatred of itself.

No man hates God without first hating himself.

When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.

Hatred is self-punishment.

I like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.

I feel fairly certain that my hatred harms me more than the people whom I hate.

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

A man's hatred is always concentrated upon that which makes him conscious of his bad qualities.

i like to think that im helping them by hating them

I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.

Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.” “I hate you, too.

I know very well that I have no reason to feel aggrieved - I am fully aware of how lucky I am, but knowing it and still being down makes me hate myself all the more.

Hate gets going, it goes round, it gets older and tighter and older and tighter, until it holds a person inside it like a fist holds a stick.

If you have rage and righteously act it out and blame it all on others, it's really you who suffers. The other people and the environment suffer also, but you suffer more because you're being eaten up inside with rage, causing you to hate yourself more and more

I've got news for you... both those idiots [Al Snow and the Rock] aren't your friends! They hate you! Everybody hates you! All the people at home, all these people in the arena hate you, and most importantly, Y2J hates you!

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

Hatred is always self hatred, and there is something suicidal about it.

Hate today, no love for tomorrow

Every once in a while when I get a migraine, I like to think, "Who hates me today?"