Invisible Monsters

by Chuck Palahniuk

Besides, it happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated. Most women know this feeling of being more and more invisible everyday.

When it’s time to reintroduce me to solid foods, their words again, it’s puréed chicken and strained carrots. Baby foods. Everything mashed or pulverized or crushed. You are what you eat.

When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?

People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future.

All these thousands of miles later, all these different people I’ve been, and it’s still the same story. Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that’s usually how you end up crying? How is it you can keep mutating and still be the same deadly virus?

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

Anything we want, we’re trained to want.

You spend your entire life becoming God and then you die.

All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.

This is the biggest mistake I could think would save me.