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“Where every day doesn't start with an alarm clock and end with the television.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Just for the record, waking up on drugs with your pubic hair shaved and something plastic stuck in your vagina doesn't necessarily make you a real artist.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Many people have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“A couple drinks. A couple aspirin. Repeat.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Just for the record, the weather today is increasing turmoil with a possible physical and emotional breakdown.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“As an artist you organize your life so that you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that's no guarantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. You're always haunt by the idea you're wasting your life.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Maybe people have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Peter used to say that an artist’s job is to make order out of chaos. You collect details, look for a pattern, and organize. You make sense out of senseless facts. You puzzle together bits of everything. You shuffle and reorganize. Collage. Montage. Assemble.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“We see what we want. We see how we want. We only see ourselves.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“You said how Michelangelo was a manic-depressive who portrayed himself as a flayed martyr in his painting. Henri Matisse gave up being a lawyer because of appendicitis. Robert Schumann only began composing after his right hand became paralyzed and ended his career as a concert pianist. (...) You talked about Nietzsche and his tertiary syphilis. Mozart and his uremia. Paul Klee and the scleroderma that shrank his joints and muscles to death. Frida Kahlo and the spina bifida that covered her legs with bleeding sores. Lord Byron and his clubfoot. The Bronte sisters and their tuberculosis. Mark Rothko and his suicide. Flannery O’Connor and her lupus. Inspiration needs disease, injury, madness.

“According to Thomas Mann,â€� Peter said, “‘Great artists are great invalids.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“The left half of your brain deals with logic, language, calculation, and reason. This is the half people perceive as their personal identity. This is the conscious, rational, everyday basis of reality. The right side of your brain, is the center of your intuition, emotion, insight, and pattern recognition skills. Your subconscious. Your left brain is a scientist,. Your right brain is an artist.
People live their lives out of the left half of their brains. It's only when someone is in extreme pain, or upset or sick, that their subconscious can slip into the conscious. When someone's injured or sick or mourning or depressed, the right brain can take over a flash, just an instant, and gives them access to divine inspiration. A flash inspiration. A moment of insight.
According to German philosopher Carl Jung, this lets us connect to a universal body of knowledge. The wisdom all people over all time.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Proof that no investment is yours forever.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“From famous artists to building contractors, we all want to leave our signature. Our lasting effect. Your life after death. We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Look at your fingers, how the first joint is longer than the second is longer than the end joint. The ratio is Phi, after the sculptor Phidias. The architecture of you.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“What you don't understand, you can make mean anything.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“There's nothing special in the world. Nothing magic. Just physics.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Just for the record, knowing when people are only pretending to like you isn't such a great skill to have.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Some little part of themselves for someone in the future to discover. Maybe a thought. We were here. We built this. A reminder.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Grace says, "We all die." She says, "The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Peter used to say, "The only thing an artist can do is describe his own face." You're doomed to being you. This, he says, leaves su free to draw anything, since we're only drawing ourselves. Your handwriting. The way you walking. Which China pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a Diary.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“The whole island was exactly what a kid growing up in some trailer park--say some dump like Tecumseh Lake, Georgia--would dream about. This kid would turn out all the lights in the trailer while her mom was at work. She'd lie down flat on her back, on the matted-down orange shag carpet in the living room. The carpet smelling like somebody stepped in a dog pile. The orange melted black in spots from cigarette burns. The ceiling was water-stained. she'd fold her arms across her chest, and she could picture life in this kind of place. It would be that time--late at night--when your ears reach out for any sound. When you can see more with your eyes closed than open. The fish skeleton. From the first time she held a crayon, that's what she'd draw.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“You talked about Nietzsche and his tertiary syphilis. Mozart and his uremia. Paul Klee and the scleroderma that shrank his joints and muscles to death. Frida Kahlo and the spina bifida that covered her legs with bleeding sores. Lord Byron and his clubfoot. The Brontë sisters and their tuberculosis. Mark Rothko and his suicide. Flannery O'Connor and her lupus. Inspiration needs disease, injury, madness.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“How physical beauty turns out to be chemistry and geometry and anatomy. Art is really science. Discovering why people like something is so you can replicate it. Copy it. It's a paradox, "creating" a real smile. Rehearsing again and again a spontaneous moment of horror. All the sweat and boring effort that goes into creating what looks easy and instant.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary