You see, when you're middle class, you have to live with the fact that history will ignore you. You have to live with the fact that history can never champion your causes and that history will never feel sorry for you. It is the price that is paid for day-to-day comfort and silence. And because of this price, all happinesses are sterile; all sadnesses go unpitied.

Our achievements may make us interesting, Tyler, but our darkness makes us lovable.

What's a bar bill but a surtax on reality?

Nobody believes the identities we've made for ourselves. I feel like everybody in the world is fake now - as though people had true cores once, but hucked them away and replaced them with something more attractive but also hollow.

We want our idols to be dead because it makes death a much less scary place.

I tried to think of a witty play on Every picture tells a thousand words, but then the whole word/picture thing collapsed on me.

New York is a theme park for people with IQs over 108.