I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

I want you to invent it. I want you to have that skill. To create your own reality. Your own set of laws. I want to try and teach you that.

What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.

If you make people laugh too much, their blood becomes - I believe it is acidic as opposed to alkaline. It changes the oxygen level in the blood, and people are likelier to pass out at that point.

I am Joe's Enraged, Inflamed, sense of rejection.

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

Nothing is static. Even the Mona Lisa is falling apart. Since fight club, I can wiggle half the teeth in my jaw. Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer. Maybe self-destruction is the answer.