Diary By Chuck Palahniuk
Just for the record, knowing when people are only pretending to like you isn't such a great skill to have.
You writting, you walking down a street, your whole life shows in every physical action. How you hold your shoulders, Angel says. It's all an art. What you do with your hands, you're always blabbing your life story.
Who knows where an idea comes from. Our insparation. Why do we imagine what we imagine.
"What I mean is sometimes, for an artist, chronic pain can be a gift."
Your handwritting . The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait.
Its funny the way your mind tries to make sense of chaos.
The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.
"We all die." She says, " The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will".
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to rember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We must learn so little from peace.
What they don't teach you in art school is how your whole life is about discovering who you already were.
What the don't teach you in art school. How you're still always trapped.
People killed in a fire, people in long-term vegetative state, they all end up posed about the same. The same as a baby waiting to be born.