I am Jack's Raging Bile Duct.
I am Jack's Cold Sweat.
I Am Jack's Complete Lack of Surprise.
I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge.
I Am Jack's Broken Heart.
I Am Jack's Inflamed Sense of Rejection.
I am Jack's wasted life.
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time
First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die.
My God. I haven't been ****** like that since grade school.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
You are not what you own.
I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas.
Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?
You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.
Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.