Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

Those who are not Christians go to a place of suffering and torment called hell.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

Hell is life drying up.

If you look at any religious description of hell, it is the same as human society, the way we dream. Hell is a place of suffering, a place of fear, a place of war and violence, a place of judgment and no justice, a place of punishment that never ends.

Some might say they don't believe in heaven Go and tell it to the man who lives in hell.

The unsaved people will be cast into utter darkness forever.

I think hell's a real place where real people spend a real eternity.

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

I learned early about the misery and dangers of life, and about the afterlife, about the external punishment which awaited the children of sin in Hell.

God will roast their stomachs in hell at the hands of Iraqis.

… cast into a burning hell

At Westboro, the depictions of hell are extremely vivid. The only thing that changes in hell, according to the church, is your capacity to feel pain. As the capacity to feel pain increases, so does the pain. It's absolutely terrifying. I believed God was going to curse me for having left this group of people.

There is no redemption from hell.

God is dead, and no one cares! If there is a hell I'll see you there!

The bodies of the damned shall be crowded together in hell, like grapes in a wine-press, which press one another till they burst; every distinct sense and organ shall be assailed with its own appropriate and most exquisite sufferings.

Live and die without prayer, and you will pray long enough when you get to hell.

I don't believe in hell. I believe in unemployment, but not hell.

Hell is God's Absence.

Hell goes round and round. In shape it is circular, and by nature it is interminable, repetitive, and nearly unbearable.

What is hell?...The suffering that comes from the consciousness that one is no longer able to love.

This temporal fire is but a painted fire in respect of that penetrating and real fire in hell.

And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?

And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.

Criminals together. We're in hell, my little friend, and there's never any mistake there. People are not damned for nothing.