Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit.

You spend your entire life becoming God and then you die.

I think it's just a matter of time before everybody realizes that I'm kind of a romance novelist ... that these are all stories about people kind of falling back in love or struggling with relationships. Even Fight Club was just a big romantic ending.

You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.

Does it hurt very much to die? Well, sweetheart, yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.

New carpet will exude poisonous formaldehyde for up to two years after it'd been laid. I know the feeling.

What's burning down is a re-creation of a period revival house patterned after a copy of a copy of a copy of a mock Tudor big manor house. It's a hundred generations removed from anything original, but the truth is aren't we all?