Everything you see is based on fact of a event thats already happen, Even light only travels so fast.

Every stage of life has its own form of power, and we're always sort of terrified as to whether we can make the jump to the next form of power.

I know this because Tyler knows this.

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

Most people would never admit it, but they'd been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good. Just the effort it took to keep your stupid physical body alive, just finding food and cooking it and dishwashing, the keeping warm and bathing and sleeping, the walking and bowel movements and ingrown hairs, it was all getting to be too much work.