My memory, sir, is like a garbage disposal.

Virtue is persecuted more by the wicked than it is loved by the good.

It was too intolerable that Dorothea should be worshiping this husband: such weakness in a woman is pleasant to no man but the husband in question. Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbour's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.

I asked Tyler what he'd been fighting.  Tyler said, his father.  Maybe we didn't need a father to complete ourselves.

Written By Chuck Palahniuk

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