“Watching it all, I had a panic attack.Holy shit! Most of the Thirld World sees America through the actions of backpackers. They're our diplomats in places like this. Our grungy kissingers. These folks must think we're all drawstring pant-wearing, Hacky-Sacking, white Rasta freaks. We're doomed.”

“Maybe we're all like that with our mothers. They seem ordinary until one day they're extraordinary.”

“I'd like to think that we're not just sacks of biological goo careening through a random universe.”

“I see in the fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables, slaves with white collars, advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of the history man, no purpose or place, we have no Great war, no Great depression, our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives, we've been all raised by television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't and we're slowly learning that fact. and we're very very pissed off.”

“Everybody uses everybody until we're all just a bunch of used up shit sacks waiting to go to dirt.”

“We're all entitled to our different likes and dislikes. Imagine the world if we all liked the same things.”