Chuck Palahniuk

I know this because Tyler knows this.

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time

How everything you ever love will reject you or die.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die.
Everything you ever create will be thrown away.
Everything you’re proud of will end up as trash.

Tyler Durden the great, who was perfect for one moment, and who said that a moment is the most you could ever expect from perfection.

Without just one nest

A bird can call the world home

Life is your career

Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

The miles of night between Marla and me offer insects and melanomas and flesh-eating viruses. Where I'm at isn't so bad.

Tyler lies back and asks, "If Marilyn Monroe was alive right now, what would she be doing?"

I say, goodnight.

The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling, and Tyler says, "Clawing at the lid of her coffin."

met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?"

Why did I cause so much pain?

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love?

I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.

We are not special.

We are not crap or trash, either.

We just are.