With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

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

People will listen to you only when they know you're dying, otherwise they're just waiting for their turn to talk.

In all probability the Human Genome Project will, someday, find that I carry some recessive gene for optimism, because despite all my best efforts I still can't scrape together even a couple days of hopelessness. Future scientists will call it the Pollyanna Syndrome, and if forced to guess, I'd say that mine has been a way-long case history of chasing rainbows.

Cassie Wright knows, the moment you make yourself available to any man, he starts to take you for granted

Any time some well-meaning person forces you to demonstrate you have no talent and rubs your nose in the fact you're a failure at the only dream you ever had, take another drink.

I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.' A spinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined.