Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

...we ask: Why suicide? We search for reasons, causes, and so on.... We follow the course of the life he has now so suddenly terminated as far back as we can. For days we are preoccupied with the question: Why suicide? We recollect details. And yet we must say that everything in the suicide's life- for now we know that all his life he was a suicide, led a suicide's existence- is part of the cause, the reason, for his suicide.

A lot of people want to die for a lot of reasons.

There is something great and terrible about suicide.

I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

If Marilyn Monroe was alive right now, what would she be doing?' Clawing at the roof of her coffin.

That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.

Suicide doesn't solve your problems. It only makes them infinitely, un-countably worse.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself.

If you don't have humour, then you may as well nail the coffin lid down now.

Let me die because I do not want to see the sun again.

When I was in my early forties, I slept with a loaded gun under my bed. I'd become severely depressed in my thirties, and for almost a decade I spiraled down into paranoia, rage, self-loathing, and thoughts of suicide.

Death became a desired option. I hoped I would hit a mine or run into an ambush and just end it all. I think some part of me wanted to join the legions of the dead, whom I had failed.

Suicide is not an answer, it's destruction.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

I wondered vaguely if this was when it would end, whether I would pull up tonight's darkness like a quilt and be dead and at peace evermore.

Life and hope must cease together.

When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.

When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.

The Hollywood sirens are shrieking, while down some search lit alley runs some lost belief.

I was built with a love of the night and the unquiet coffin.