If nothing else, there’s comfort in recognising that no matter how much we fail and sin, death will limit our suffering.
You think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you’re changing a patio light bulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you’ll only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you’ll be dead.
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.
After you find out all the things that can go wrong, your life becomes less about living and more about waiting.
If Marilyn Monroe was alive right now, what would she be doing?’Clawing at the roof of her coffin.
The truth is, every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married. I don’t know, but until your mom dies it seems like all the other women in your life can never be more than just your mistress.
If you love something set it free, but don’t be surprised if it comes back with herpes.
The voice says, maybe you don’t go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don’t do. The things you don’t finish.
Everything is funnier in retrospect, funnier and prettier and cooler. You can laugh at anything from far enough away.
At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
It’s easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
Almost all the time, you tell yourself you’re loving somebody when you’re just using them.
This only looks like love.
Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn’t bother to torture you if she didn’t.
I thought we were a real love relationship. I did. I was very invested in love, but it was just this long long sex thing that could end at any moment because after all, it’s just about getting off. Almost all the time, you tell yourself you’re loving somebody when you’re just using them. This only looks like love.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.
Could you hold the chainsaw a bit closer to your mouth, please?
Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.
Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character…Would you slow down? Or speed up?
Yes, terrible things happen, but sometimes those terrible things- they save you.
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.
It’s only in drugs or death we’ll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.
The amazing miracle of death, when one second you’re walking and talking, and the next second you’re an object.
It’s easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
A girl calls and asks, Does it hurt very much to die?Well, sweetheart, I tell her, yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.
Reality means you live until you die…the real truth is nobody wants reality.
The worst part of writing fiction is the fear of wasting your life behind a keyboard. The idea that, dying, you’ll realize you only lived on paper. Your only adventures were make-believe, and while the world fought and kissed, you sat in some dark room masturbating and making money.
You know how both life and porno movies end. The only difference is life starts with the orgasm.
Tyler lies back and asks, If Marilyn Monroe were 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.
Someday you will die, and until you know that, you’re useless to me.