That’s the American Dream: to make your life into something you can sell.
Nothing happened, and nothing kept happening.
Going to work just looked crazy. Eating another meal, ever, made about as much sense as planting tulip bulbs in the shadow of a falling atom bomb.
On game shows, some people will take the trip to France, but most people will take the washer and dryer pair.
Tell the world what scares you most. Save the world with some advice from the future.
There’s nothing special in the world. Nothing magic. Just physics.
After a good-looking boy gives you rabies two, three times, you’ll settle down and marry somebody less exciting for the rest of your life.
The truth is you can be orphaned again and again and again. The truth is, you will be. And the secret is, this will hurt less and less each time until you can’t feel a thing. Trust me on this.
In a city this size, every year, hundreds of husbands walk away. Kids leave home. Wives escape. People disappear.
Rant would tell people: “You’re a different human being to everybody you meet.”
We all have this moment, when your folks first see you as someone not growing up to be them.
Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I’ll be anybody you want me to be.
It can only take a moment to waste the rest of your life.
Pretty much always. We need to tell the story of our life to someone.
Now this is the first rule of fight club: There is nothing a blue collar Nobody in Oregon with a public school education can imagine that a million-billion people haven’t already done...
Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don’t really need.
Kids grow up connected to nothing these days, plugged in and living lives boosted to them from other people.
This is less teaching than damage control. You may as well paint a house that’s on fire.
You can’t fool people into loving you.
I told him to buy land, my mum says, they’re not making it anymore.