How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you’re proud of will end up as trash.
Idiot people like Angel Delaporte who look for a supernatural reason for ordinary events, those people drive Misty nuts.
I thought why not write a kind of mystery, murder, thriller book, but use romance language where the language plays completely against the very dark subject matter, that very strange murderous plot, but use that Harlequin Romance language.
About my boss, Tyler tells me, if I’m really angry, I should go to the post office and fill out a change-of-address card and have all his mail forwarded to Rugby, North Dakota.
The first rule of fight club is, you don’t talk about fight club.
Some people still think knowledge is power.
Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a Barbie doll, a vacuum cleaner. We’re all such products.
We just had a near-life experience!
For the most part my friends can always be more entertaining than the tube ever can be.
I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.
We’re all of us haunted and haunting.
If emotion can create a physical action, then duplicating the physical action can re-create the emotion.
No, none of us seem so very real. We’re only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.
Being tired isn’t the same as being rich, but most times it’s close enough.
Life’s greatest comfort is being able to look over your shoulder and see people worse off, waiting in line behind you.
Love and life belong to great risk.
Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They’re like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.
Maybe we should always assume the worst.
Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered.
Because tanning and steroids are only a problem if you plan to live a long time.