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Most People Would Never Admit It, But They'd Been Bitching Since They Were Born. As Soon As Their Head Popped Out Into That Bright Delivery-room Light, Nothing Had Been Right. Nothing Had Been As Comfortable Or Felt So Good. Just The Effort It Took To Keep Your Stupid Physical Body Alive, Just Finding Food And Cooking It And Dishwashing, The Keeping Warm And Bathing And Sleeping, The Walking And Bowel Movements And Ingrown Hairs, It Was All Getting To Be Too Much Work.

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Most People Would Never Admit It, But They'd Been Bitching Since They Were Born. As Soon As Their Head Popped Out Into That Bright Delivery-room Light, Nothing Had Been Right. Nothing Had Been As Comfortable Or Felt So Good. Just The Effort It Took To Keep Your Stupid Physical Body Alive, Just Finding Food And Cooking It And Dishwashing, The Keeping Warm And Bathing And Sleeping, The Walking And Bowel Movements And Ingrown Hairs, It Was All Getting To Be Too Much Work.

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You Only Ask People About Themselves So You Can Tell Them About Yourself.

Nothing Of Me Is Original. I Am The Combined Effort Of Everyone I've Ever Known.

There Is A Social Contract In "fight Club" And In "choke" Where The Protagonist Has Deceived A Whole Bunch Of People. In "choke" It's All Of These People Who Think That They've Saved His Life, And Really Care About Him Because They've Embraced Him And They've Been His Saviors. In "fight Club" It's All Of These People Who Are Dying Of Various Diseases, And They Thought That Edward Norton Was Also Dying So They Allowed Him Really Strong Pent-up Emotions.

If You're Not Drunk And Half Naked By This Point, You're Not Paying Attention.

It's Okay To Cry As Long As You're Faking It.

On A Night Without Moon Or Stars You Can't See A Thing, But You Can Imagine Anything.

What We Think Of As Halloween Is Really The Product Of Media Barons, City Mayors, And Candy-makers. You Know, Before The 1920s, Halloween Was Really A Terrible, Terrible Night.

Anything You Can Aquire Is Only Another Thing You'll Lose.

The Only Place Where You Can Really Surprise Or Shock The Reader, Or Make Someone Laugh, Is On The Lower Righthand Corner - The Very Last Panel - So As You Turn The Page, The Payoff Is In The Upper Lefthand Panel. To Pace Every Story So That There's A Setup And A Payoff At The Page Turn Was A Huge Challenge; It's A Part Of The Medium And You Really Have To Learn What Can Be Done In The Medium.

We Just Had A Near-life Experience!

Life Experience

That Quest For Something Pretty. A Cheat. A Cliche. Flowers And Christmas Lights, It's What We're Programmed To Love.

We've Been Speaking English As A Second Language So Long That We've Forgotten It As Our First.

You Are Not Special. You Are Not A Beautiful Or Unique Snowflake. You're The Same Decaying Organic Matter As Everything Else.

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