The damaged love the damaged. True fact.

If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention. If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you. Everything else about their checkbook balance and radio songs and messy hair went out the window. You had their full attention. People listened instead of just waiting for their turn to speak. And when they spoke, they weren't just telling you a story. When the two of you talked, you were building something, and afterward you were both different than before.

Most guys are at fight club because of something they're too scared to fight. After a few fights, you're afraid a lot less.

No one wants to admit we're addicted to music. That's just not possible. No one's addicted to music and television and radio. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume. We can't bear to be without it, but no, nobody's addicted.

People really need somebody they feel superior to. So stay downtrodden.

The wrong idea could take root and grow inside you.

...it's amazing what a woman will read into it if you by accident say, I love you. Ten times out of ten, a guy means I love this.

To me, Oyster says, The only power of life and death you have is every time you order a hamburger at McDonald's.

The music and laughter eat away at your thoughts.

Everybody wants to make the world a better place.

You might move away, but that's not enough

Still, she says, it's nice to have one person who knows all your secrets.

The insomnia distance of everything, a copy of a copy of a copy. You can't touch anything, and nothing can touch you.

The mass media, the culture, everything laying its eggs under my skin. Big Brother filling me with need. Do I really want a big house, a fast car, a thousand beautiful sex partners? Do I really want these things? Or am I trained to want them?

The trouble with eternal youth is, you do tend to procrastinate.

You turn up your music to hide the noise. Other people turn up their music to hide yours. You turn up yours again. Everyone buys a bigger stereo system. This is the arms race of sound. You don't win with a lot of treble. This isn't about quality. It's about volume. This isn't about music. This is about winning. You stomp the competition with the bass line. You rattle windows. You drop the melody line and shout the lyrics. You put in foul language and come down hard on each cussword. You dominate. This is really about power.