I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact.

You have to jump into disaster with both feet.

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

Now this is the first rule of fight club: There is nothing a blue collar Nobody in Oregon with a public school education can imagine that a million-billion people haven't already done.

Just let your hand drop; and let fate decide for you.

I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.

Doesn't reincarnation strike you as just another form of procrastination?