Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.
Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.
How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?
I'm a toxic waste byproduct of God's creation.
On a large enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero.
The things you used to own, now they own you.
Which is worse: Hell or nothing?
Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.
I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. I am Jack's Broken Heart.
In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rock feller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighways.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
There are a lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.
With insomnia, you're never really awake; but you're never really asleep.
Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.
It's not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky.
Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.
There are bodies buried everywhere you just have to know where to look.
Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.
Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.
I am nothing, and not even that.
It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.
Prepare to evacuate soul in five, in four, three, two, one.
There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with.
Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.
Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born.
I could imagine myself becoming one of Marla's stories.
It's so quiet this high up, the feeling you get is that you're one of those space monkeys. You do the little job you're trained to do. Pull a lever. Push a button. You don't understand any of it, and then you just die.
Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.
These are Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I am Tyler's mouth. I am Tyler's hands.
You always kill the one you love.
A moment it the most you can ever expect from perfection
Every planet will take on the corporate identity of whoever rapes it first.
I don't want to die without any scars.
It's weird to think the place where we're standing will only be a point in the sky.
Self improvement is masturbation...
This is our world now, and those ancient people are dead.
You had a near life experience.
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.
Everyone has something wrong. And for a while, her heart just sort of flat lined.
I know this because Tyler knows this.
Look up at the stars and you're gone.
Skinny guys fight till they're burger.
This isn't about love as in caring. This is about property as in ownership.
You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes. working jobs we hate, so we can buy shit we dont need.
Everything is still falling apart.
I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Marla's philosophy of life, she told me, is that she can die at any moment. The tragedy of her life is that she doesn't.
Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.
This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
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