We're all trapped. It's always 1734. All of us, we're stuck in the same time capsule, the same as those television shows where the same people are marooned on the same desert island for thirty seasons and never age or escape. They just wear more makeup. In a creepy way, those shows are maybe too authentic.

Now this is the first rule of fight club: There is nothing a blue collar Nobody in Oregon with a public school education can imagine that a million-billion people haven't already done.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.

Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.

We'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create.

In truth, the degree of anyone's success depends on how often they can say the word yes and hear the word no.