Trust me, the being-dead part is much easier than the dying part. If you can watch much television, then being dead will be a cinch. Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead.
People accepted the new leaders because people wanted leaders and the former were dead.
What caught Jamal’s eye was a signed sepia-tone photograph of Emma Goldman mounted on a small bejeweled easel.
Every apostle or disciple,” Mrs. Clark says, “as much as they’re running to follow their savior – they’re running just as hard to escape something else.
The charm of travelling is everywhere I go, tiny life.
We’re all such products.
Mit einem Schwert in deinem Herzen sterben.
Soy un monstruo invisible, y soy incapaz de amar a nadie. No se sabe lo que es peor.
Die reinste Freude ist die Schadenfreude.
Men in general need to accept their diminished status in the world.
Globe-trotting is just the chance to feel bored more places, faster.
No puedo salvarme porque no toco fondo.
With enough soap,” Tyler says, “you could blow up the whole world.
That is why an expiring form of money is crucial. Power passed from generation to generation in the abstract form of wealth leads to privilege and corruption. Money must not be hoarded for its own sake but must be continually employed for a fruitful purpose.
Tyler stood next to me, both looking at the big O of my mouth with blood all around it and the little slit of my eye staring up at us from the floor, and Tyler says, “Cool.
Power meant Jamal not having to present himself as an imperfect copy of someone he’d never wanted to be in the first place.
Gentlemen, welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club!
Hate took the place of love as our measurement of popularity. For it takes everything to be loved. To be loved is to serve as a slave. Hate demonstrates a complete freedom from pleasing others.
We’ve just lost cabin pressure. I ask Marla what my name is. We’re all going to die.
Northeast Mississippi Avenue.
His name is Robert Paulson and he is forty-eight years old. His name is Robert Paulson, and Robert Paulson will be forty-eight years old, forever.