Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

I lost myself in the process and I realized how much I had identified myself with Maria Shriver, newswoman. When that was gone, I had to really sit back and go, 'Well, actually, who am I today?'

I did have a midlife crisis.

Men tend to define themselves by what they do, and so if you're dealing with a character who's trying to figure that out, or multiple characters, then there's something there for guys, too.

When did I stop being me?

If there is any human tragedy, there is only one, and it occurs when we forget who we are and remain silent while a stranger takes up residence inside our skin.

I felt like I was literally losing myself as being the joyful, spiritual, passionate, exciting woman that I naturally had been.

I came alone and I go as a stranger. I do not know who I am, nor what I have been doing.

She had for so many years been trying to be like other people, that she was now like nothing in heaven or earth.

It's not a little thing to lose your identification and who you believe yourself to be.

Within our whole universe the story only has the authority to answer that cry of heart of its characters, that one cry of heart of each of them: "Who am I?"

My name, I have spent my whole life trying to make that name mean something. And now it's gone.

Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't lose what you never had.

I've never been in another kind of midlife crisis. I don't know what it feels like when you're through that, but I definitely feel that changing a few things, like being on a different label and having things kind of settle back into a sense of normality, helps to feel grounded.

Sometimes I’m afraid that I’m losing myself.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

It's time to begin righting the story of your life.

Americans love to pick up, move on, start over. But instead of being somebody fresh and new, they become somebody lonely and lost, or, far too often these days, they become nobody at all, a machine for satisfying hunger, without loyalty or honor or duty.

I wore Nietzsche's eyes. Now that I step back to see, I haven't been me.

Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, 'Who are you?'

I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.

This story of loss and regaining of identity is, I think, the framework of all literature.

Sometimes I try to lose my identity, and I can't get rid of it!

Sometimes I feel like I have walked into the middle of a movie. Maybe I can make my own movie. The film will be the story of my life. No, not my life, but of this experience. I'll call it what the lady who is the prosecutor called me. MONSTER.

He had come so far from himself that I don't think he knew who he was anymore.

Memory is the crux of our humanity. Without memory we have no identities. That is really why I am committing an autobiography.