Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.

The little boy smiled back at all the angry faces glaring in at him. And the little boy blew kisses.

It's the Marilyn Monroe school of medicine where enough of any drug will cure any disease.

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

He was assaulting the world by assaulting himself.

You had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved.

And it [Fight Club novel] was written so general that my father thought I was writing about his father, and my boss thought I was writing about his boss. People really put themselves, you know, in the shoes of the narrator.