Fight Club: A Novel

Oh, the proof that one day you're thinking and hauling yourself arround, and the next, you're cold fertilizer, worm buffet. This is the amazing miracle of death, and it should be so sweet if it weren't for, oh, that one.

Where would Jesus be if no one had writren the gospels?

Pull a lever.
Push a button.
You don't underdtsnd any of it, and then you just die.

No quiero morir sin cicatrices.