When a regular person gets sick, they take an aspirin. When a writer gets sick, they take notes.

The young men, they look to me for a story they can get nowhere else, a challenging risky story.

Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

If you ask me, most people have children just as their own enthusiasm about life begins to wane.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?

People say I make up wild stories. But all I have to do is write down stuff that really happens.

The greatest weapon any warrior can carry into battle is absolute certainty of her eternal soul.

When the 'Fight Club' movie was going into production, I quit my job so I could write full-time.

There are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there. It’s up to you to find them.

Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.

Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.

We're making the same mistakes we made 1,000 years ago. So they must be the right ones. So relax.

To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.

There's no escaping fate, it just keeps going. Day and night, the future just keeps coming at you.

You had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved.

Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need.

Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.

You ever wonder if Adam and Eve were just the puppies God dumped because they wouldn't house-train?

If Marilyn Monroe was alive right now, what would she be doing?' Clawing at the roof of her coffin.

Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead.

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?

The little boy smiled back at all the angry faces glaring in at him. And the little boy blew kisses.

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

For the record, knowing when people are only pretending to like you isn't such a great skill to have.

You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

Everything you see is based on fact of a event thats already happen, Even light only travels so fast.

The girl traced the outline of her lover's shadow so she would always have a record of how he looked.

Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

Without animals, there would be no humanity. In a world of just people, people will mean nothing . . .

At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Sundays tend to be a day where just I do nothing but visit people. It's kind of like trick-or-treating.

You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.

Picture anybody growing up so stupid he didn't know that hope is just another phase you'll grow out of.

The world will always punish the few people with special talents the rest of us don’t recognize as real.

If emotion can create a physical action, then duplicating the physical action can re-create the emotion.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.

What they don't teach you in art school is how your whole life is about discovering who you already were.

I'm fascinated by the whole issue of arousal addiction, which seems to be mostly a problem for young men.

Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

My books are always about someone obtaining a power to replace the previous sort of power that they held.

I need to rebel against myself. It's the opposite of following your bliss. I need to do what I most fear.

Cassie Wright knows, the moment you make yourself available to any man, he starts to take you for granted

If there’s any trick to doing a job you hate . . . Mrs. Clark says it’s to find a job you hate even more.

When you reach the end of your life - trust me, you won't look back and savor the moments you spent alone.

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