Wesley Gibson

You know there are people... Beautiful people... You just wish they could see you in a different setting, a different place, instead of where you are, what you've become.

You know when you have a dream and you're half awake, but it's still on the fringe of your brain, and then you open your eyes and you're so damn glad it was a dream? This was nothing like that.

— I'm sorry?
— You apologize too much.

I'm finding it hard to care about anything these days. In fact, the only thing I do care about... is the fact that I can't care about anything. Seriously, it worries me.

But most of all, you wish you weren't such a pussy for wishing for things that'll never change.

This is me taking control... from Sloan, from the Fraternity, from Janice, from billing reports, from ergonomic keyboards, from cheating girlfriends and sack-of-shit best friends. This me taking back control... of my life.

You know what the best thing is about the end of the day? Tomorrow it starts all over again.

— What is that, vodka?
— Yeah.
— Are you Russian?
— Yeah.

I don't want this person dead. Fate does.

Six weeks ago, I was ordinary... and pathetic, just like you.

This is not me fulfilling my destiny. This is not me following in my father's footsteps. This is definitely not me saving the world.