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

Everybody looks a little crazy if you're looking close enough and if you can't look that close, then you don't really love them.

How folks lay claim to a loved one is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.

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

The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.

Don't do this. I love you. Don't shut me out.

Everyone wants to be tested and challenged. Everyone would like a good, honest fight to exhaust their frustrations.