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'm always trying to reach a transcendent point, a romantic point, but reach it in a really unconventional way, a really profane way. To get to that romantic, touching, heartbreaking place, but through a lot of acts of profanity.

There's still a thousand places I haven't gone to die.

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

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

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

Your past is just a story. And once you realize this it has no power over you.