Invisible Monsters

by Chuck Palahniuk

Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a vacuum cleaner, a Barbie doll. Erasing a computer disk. Burning a book. Probably that goes for killing anybody in the world. We’re all such products.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

Thank You For NOT Sharing.

he told me that your folks are like God because you want to know they’re out there and you want them to approve of your life, still you only call them when you’re in crisis and need something.

I’m an invisible monster, and I’m incapable of loving anybody. You don’t know which is worse.