The problem with every story is you tell it after the fact.

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

I see so many tattoos of my stuff on people - tattoos of my book covers, tattoos of quotes . . . it's kind of daunting sometimes.

Maybe it's our sins that give God consolation when he finally has to give us cancer.

Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.

And it [Fight Club novel] was written so general that my father thought I was writing about his father, and my boss thought I was writing about his boss. People really put themselves, you know, in the shoes of the narrator.

Unless we have that moment of chaos, followed by the emotional release of realization, nothing will be remembered.