The rule seemed to be that a great woman must either die unwed ... or find a still greater man to marry her. ... The great man, on the other hand, could marry where he liked, not being restricted to great women; indeed, it was often found sweet and commendable in him to choose a woman of no sort of greatness at all.

I was like a thought slipping through the fissures...

Writing books is a socially acceptable form of getting naked in public.

Me, I'm a bloody tissue sample dried on a bare mattress in my room at the Paper Street Soap Company.

Written By Chuck Palahniuk

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