If you just worked hard enough. If you just learned enough. Ran fast enough. Everything would turn out right, and your life would amount to something.
If you ask me, people in hell just scream to hear their own voice and to pass time.
If she was going to die, Marla didn't want to know about it.
I'm the dick that killed Cassie Lynn Wright.
I'm living the life I love, I tell myself, and loving the life I live. I tell myself: I deserved this.This is exactly what I wanted.
I'm a toxic waste byproduct of God's creation.
I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I’d never have. Burn the Amazon rain forests. Pump chlorofluorocarbons straight up to gobble the ozone. Open the dump valves on supertankers and uncap offshore...
I want to tell them, stay in the cage. There are better things than freedom. There are worse things than living a long bored life in some stranger’s house and then dying and going to canary heav...
I tell everybody, I’m tired of being jerked around. Okay? So let’s just not pretend. I don’t have fuck for a heart. You people are not going to make me feel anything. You are not going to get to me.
I tagged a first-timer one night at fight club. That Saturday night, a young guy with an angel’s face came to his first fight club, and I tagged him for a fight. That’s the rule. If it’s your first ni...
I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.
I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything... Nothing was ever good enough, my mom says, so here at the end of my life, I'm left with nothing.
I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.
I say, it’s fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.
I melt and swell at the moment of landing when one wheel thuds on the runway but the plane leans to one side and hangs in the decision to right itself or roll. For this moment, nothing matters. Look u...
I love and adore all of my family, except when I'm with them.
I loathe the kind of game-show context in which so much of our lives is determined: proving my memory and mental skills in a sedentary situation under the pressure of limited time.
I have no idea where they’re going with this.
I embrace my own festering diseased corruption,
I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world, the space monkey tells the mirror. I am the toxic waste by-product of God’s creation.