Lester Burnham

I guess I could be pretty pissed of f about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life...

It's never too late to get it back.

It's a great thing to realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself.

— Will you please do me a favor and act happy tonight?
— I am happy, honey.

— Man. You are one twisted fuck.
— Nope. Just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose.

Remember those posters that said, Today is the first day of the rest of your life? Well, that's true of every day except one. The day that you die.

I feel like I've been in a coma for about twenty years, and I'm just now waking up.

Look at me, jerking off in the shower... This will be the high point of my day; it's all downhill from here.

My name is Lester Burnham. I'm forty two-years old. In less than a year, I'll be dead.

— There is no decision. Just write the damn thing!
— You don't think it's weird and kinda fascist?
— Possibly. But you don't want to be unemployed.
— Oh, okay. Let's all sell our sols to Satan, because it's more convenient that way.