You have to jump into disaster with both feet.

When you go out with a drunk, you’ll notice how a drunk fills your glass so he can empty his own. As long as you’re drinking, drinking is okay. Two’s company. Drinking is fun. If there’s a bottle, even if your glass isn’t empty, a drunk, he’ll pour a little in your glass before he fills his own. This only looks like generosity.

We're so structured and micromanaged, this isn't a world anymore, it's a damn cruise ship.

Imagine how you’d feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn’t stand.

People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.

And it [Fight Club novel] was written so general that my father thought I was writing about his father, and my boss thought I was writing about his boss. People really put themselves, you know, in the shoes of the narrator.

Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humor left.