I'm not so much a good friend as I'm the savior who wants you to worship him forever.

Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.

The joke is, we all have the same punchline.

Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art. And the phone rang and Tyler answered. "If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't." May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.

She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.

Rant said that view of time was set up so folks won't live forever. It's the planned obsolescence we've all agreed to...'Nothing says you have to swallow this,' Rant told me. 'You can always just die.

What would Tyler Durden do?