Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.
Everybody's trying to make every minute of the present last forever. Preserve every second.
We have pain and hate and love and joy and war in the world because we want them.
A good story should make you laugh, and a moment later break your heart.
The only thing that makes the present palatable is the fact that the past was, at times, torture.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.
This would be...a book that would be a trapdoor down into some place dark. A place only you could go, alone, when you opened the cover. Because only books have that power.
Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them.
What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.
And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.
Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.
All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.
No, I say, it's fine.Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.
We're living in a teetering tower of babble. A shaky reality of words. A DNA soup for disaster. The natural world destroyed, we're left with this cluttered world of language.
some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.
