Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.
If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.
And if you believe that we really have free will, then you know that God can’t really control us. And since God can’t control us, all God does is watch and change channels when He gets bored.
When both of you are beautiful, neither of you is beautiful. Together, as a couple, you’re less than the sum of your parts.
Anytime my work can coax bodily fluids out of someone, I’m happy.
I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.
More than one side? You’re Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!
Also consider that someday, when you’re dead and rotted, kids with their baby teeth will sit in their time-geography class and laugh about how stupid you were.
Every time we burn a gallon of gas or an acre of rain forest, aren’t we killing the future to preserve the present?
What if reality is nothing but some disease?
You cannot be the person they know and the great, glorious person you want to become. Not at the same time.
You spend your entire life becoming God and then you die.
With insomnia, you’re never really awake; but you’re never really asleep.
Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.
Not everything is about money. You didn’t even say, hello. You are not your sad little wallet.
I’m a toxic waste byproduct of God’s creation.
To hell with housework, our top priority has always been between our legs.
What would Tyler Durden do?
The avant-garde in every field consists of the lonely, the friendless, the uninvited. All progress is the product of the unpopular.