My first four books, from 'Fight Club' to 'Choke,' dealt with personal identity issues. The crises the narrators found themselves in were generated by themselves.

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.

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

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

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