Choke

A good addiction takes the guesswork out of death.

Nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

The magic of sexual addiction is you don't ever feel hungry or tired or bored or lonely.

The magic of sex is it's acquisition without the burden of possessions. No matter how many women you take home, there's never a storage problem.

You gain power by pretending to be weak. By contrast, you make people feel so strong. You save people by letting them save you. All you have to do is be fragile and grateful. So stay the underdog... You're the proof of their courage. The proof they were a hero. Evidence of their success... You might be the one good deed, the deathbed memory that justifies their entire existence. [pg 50-51]

Every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married

By the time you're thirty, your worst enemy is yourself.

Art never comes from happiness

The only thing that separates us from the animals...is we have pornography.

In America, if your addiction isn't always new and improved, you're a failure.

It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

Without access to true chaos we'll never have true peace.

Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.

We live and die and anything else is just delusion.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are...Or we can decide for ourselves.

Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple.

Language... was just our way to explain away the wonder and the glory of the world.

Masochism is a valuable job skill.

Torture is torture and humiliation is humiliation only when you choose to suffer.

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

Parenthood being the opiate of the masses.

Just keep asking yourself: 'What would Jesus NOT do?'

People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become.

The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.

When you're an addict, you can go without feeling anything except drunk or stoned or hungry. Still, when you compare this to other feelings, to sadness, anger, fear, worry, despair, and depression, well, an addiction no longer looks so bad. It looks like a very viable option.

The world won't end with a whimper or a bang, but with a discreet, tasteful announcement: 'Bill Rivervale, phone call holding, line two.' Then nothing.