“I am helpless.I am stupid, and all I do is want and need things.My tiny life. My little shit job. My Swedish furniture. I never, no, never told anyone this, but before I met Tyler, I was planning to buy a dog and name it "Entourage."This is how bad your life can get.”

“I am trash and shit and crazy to you and this whole fucking world. You don't care where I live or how I feel, or what I eat or how I feed my kids or how I pay the doctor if I get sick, and yes I am stupid ad bored and weak, but I am still your responsibility.”

“These are Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I am Tyler's mouth. I am Tyler's hands.”

“You don’t care where I live or how I feel, or what I eat or how I feed my kids or how I pay the doctor if I get sick, and yes I am stupid and bored and weak, but I am still your responsibility.”

“Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art. May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.”

“Deliver me from Swedish furniture.Deliver me from clever art.And the phone rang and Tyler answered."If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't."May I never be complete.May I never be content.May I never be perfect.Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.”

“I was tired and crazy and rushed, and every time I boarded a plane, I wanted the plane to crash. I envied people dying of cancer. I hated my life. I was tired and bored with my job and my furniture, and I couldn’t see any way to change things.Only end them.”