Nothing is static. Even the Mona Lisa is falling apart. Since fight club, I can wiggle half the teeth in my jaw. Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer. Maybe self-destruction is the answer.

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

So this is why I write. Because most times, your life isn’t funny the first time through. Most times, you can hardly stand it. That’s why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. And writing makes you look back. Because since you can’t control life, at least you can control your version.

Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

People will listen to you only when they know you're dying, otherwise they're just waiting for their turn to talk.

The future is just wasted on some people.

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