For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you're gone.

Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.

If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't.

So much of 'Fight Club' was a rant against fathers.

I thought 'Fight Club' was great as David Fincher's version.

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero!