Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.

I don't care what they do with my book so long as the flippin check clears.

Potassium cyanide," says the talent wrangler as she leans over to pick up a paper napkin off the floor. "Found naturally in the cassava or manioc roots native to Africa, used to tint architectural blueprints in the form of the deep-blue pigment known as Prussian blue. Hence the shade 'cyan' blue.

It's interesting because when David Fincher was making "Fight Club," he said, "It's a romance." And it really is. Almost everything I ever write is just a romance. And that needed to be sort of pointed up at the end of "Fight Club." The film has a very different ending than the book does.

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

The future you have, tomorrow, won't be the same future you had, yesterday.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.