I don't know the difference between what I want and what I'm trained to want.

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

Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.

Cults make people sing so hard for so long - because it over-oxygenates the blood and sets them up to faint.

With my eyes closed, I ask if she knows how this will all turn out. "Long-term or short-term?" she asks. Both. "Long-term," she says, "we're all going to die. Then our bodies will rot. No surprise there. Short-term, we're going to live happily ever after." Really? "Really," she says. "So don't sweat it.

Every time we burn a gallon of gas or an acre of rain forest, aren't we killing the future to preserve the present?

If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.