Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

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

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. I am Jack's Broken Heart.

Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.

Hey, you created me! I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!

I learned all those jokes in second grade. Second grade is really where they tell you those horrific jokes, racist jokes and misogynistic jokes that you have no idea what they mean, and you just memorize them because they have a very strong effect, they make people laugh in this kind of nervous, horrible way, and it's only later that you realize that you've got a head full of crap.

At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.