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

Find good in what the world says is evil.

The moment the world declares a person to be immortal, at that moment the person will strive to prove the world wrong. In the face of glowing press releases and reviews the most heralded women starve themselves or cut themselves or poison themselves. Or they find a man who's happy to do that for him.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

Pretty much always. We need to tell the story of our life to someone.

The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.

I've been choking to death for years. By now this should be easy.