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- The sky is blue and righteous in every direction. The Sun is total and burning and just right there, and today is a beautiful day.
- More and more everything in my life was a fix for an earlier fix for an earlier fix until I forget what the original problem was.
- Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.
- On a night without the moon or stars you can’t see a thing, but you can imagine anything. At least that’s how I remember.
- The same as most prayers, the bulk of what you hear is complaints and demands. Help me. Hear me. Lead me. Forgive me.
- You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be. Every time you don't throw yourself down the stairs, that's a choice. Every time you don't crash your car, you re-enlist.
- I locked myself in the bathroom and had what the psychology textbooks would call a quickie existential crisis.
- There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.
- You can tell people the truth, but they'll never believe you until the event. Until it's too late. In the meantime, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trouble.
- Seeing it down in black and white, somehow you’re always disappointed in your life expectancy. How little you’ll really get done. The resume of your future.
- People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were too scared of being alone.
- One day you're changing a patio lightbulb with a 5-year life span and realize how you'll only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you'll be dead.
- What people forget is a journey to nowhere starts with a single step, too.
- What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher. What we can’t understand we call nonsense. What we can’t read we call gibberish.
- Still, just one time, I’d like to prove I know something better. I can do more than just cover up. The world can be a lot better than we settle for. All you have to do is ask.
- Think of this as My Fair Lady or Pygmalion, only backward.
- The epitaph reads: To the World He Was a Loser, But to Me He Was the World.
- I realize I’m stuck with my body, and already it’s falling apart. My backbone feels hammered out of hot iron.
- The sun we all have to share. A parking lot. Cigarette butts.
- This might all have a natural explanation. It might be that nobody’s going to kill you. You might have absolutely nothing at all to be terrified about.
- You’re that tree falling in the forest that nobody gives a rat’s ass about.
- I’m too much of a mess to be recognized as an escaped mass murderer.
- Since change is constant, you wonder if people crave death because it's the only way they can get anything really finished.
- Whatever my real problems might be, I didn’t want them cured. None of the little secrets inside me wanted to be found and explained away.
- The truth is, nobody laughs at these jokes except me, and I only laugh so I’ll fit in.
- The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.
- Today is just one of those days the sun comes out to really humiliate you.
- Imagine how you’d feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn’t stand.
- Do I need to tell you that prison makes Sodom and Gomorrah look like Minneapolis and St. Paul by comparison?
- The joke is, we all have the same punchline.
Lines from Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk
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