The whole world is a disaster waiting to happen.

In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was kind of tumbler. The sale as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. This isn't suffering. It's erosion.

Telling some stories, Miss Leroy says, is committing suicide.

You only ask people about themselves so you can tell them about yourself.

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

If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. If you do that, you can change the way people live their lives. That's the only lasting thing you can create.

It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.