BOOK STARTERS VOL.29 ( DAMNED ) ( CHUCK PALAHNIUK ) ( DEATH THEMES )
❛ What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You’ll find out for yourself soon enough. ❜
❛ Death is a long process. Your body is just the first part of you that croaks. Beyond that, your dreams have to die. Then your expectations. Your anger and memories must die. Your ego. Your pride and shame and ambition and hope. ❜
❛ Help me give up my addiction to hope. ❜
❛ Life is short, death is forever. ❜
❛ Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It’s an addiction to break. ❜
❛ If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes. ❜
❛ We all wish to be pursued. We all long to be desired. ❜
❛ All the demons of hell formerly reigned as gods in previous cultures. No it’s not fair, but one man’s god is another man’s devil. ❜
❛ I can become someone else, not out of pressure and desperation, but merely because a new life sounds fun or interesting or joyful. ❜
❛ It’s my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities. ❜
❛ You fucked up. Game over. So just relax. ❜
❛ The greatest weapon any warrior can carry into battle is absolute certainty of her eternal soul. ❜
❛ If killing you will end my existence as well, be it. Small loss. Such a life, as your puppet, is not worth living. ❜
❛ I might be a touch of a sadist and a little bit jejune but at least I’m not a victim, not any longer. I hope. ❜
❛ Dying seems like the greatest weakness, and in a world where people say you’re lazy for not shaving your legs, then being dead seems like the ultimate character flaw. ❜
❛ Any concept of right versus wrong, is merely a cultural construct relative to one specific time and place. ❜
❛ To prove that I exist I must kill you. ❜
❛ I’d say that my life has been a way-too-long case history of chasing rainbows. ❜
❛ The world is a battle for attention, a war to be heard. ❜
❛ Every garden looks beautiful in May. ❜
❛ When we neglect to fear such brittle monstrosity, we render it powerless. ❜
❛ My taste for power continues to grow, as does my ability to accrue it. ❜
❛ Such language! Why don’t you just take a dump in my ears? ❜
❛ You’d be foolish to count on people displaying high standards of honesty. ❜
❛ Depending on her mood, she can be more frightening than any demon or devil you might ever run across. ❜
❛ Cross your fingers! Maybe death won’t happen to you. ❜
❛ Do not die while wearing cheap shoes. ❜
❛ It’s our attachments to a fixed identity that torture us. ❜
❛ What do I think I am? In a thousand words; I don’t have a clue. ❜
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