Years of living in the hope that what you'll get will be better than what you have. Years of looking and feeling worse in the hope that you might look better.

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.

When a regular person gets sick, they take an aspirin. When a writer gets sick, they take notes.

No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.

Because I can't hit bottom, I can't be saved.

A shadow of a reflection of an image of an illusion.

HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing, and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.