At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

Discovering the 'impossible' ending to a new book makes me sick with joy and relief.

Everyone is equal and everyone is forced to participate; you can't just be a spectator.

I'm really glad that I spent my twenties messing around and having disaster after disaster - with people who were doing likewise - because it's really my greatest treasure now.

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.

And the seventh rule is if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.

For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.