When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.

Is it a boy or a girl?" "It's a girl. Really! Can't you tell by looking at it? "Is it mine?" "It is not." "Oh? Well, if it is, you needn't say so now. You can say when you feel like it. Years and years from now." "It is not. It really is not. I haven't forgotten that I loved you, but you are not to imagine things.

Sempre più spesso mi sembra di aggirarmi senza meta, in attesa che qualcosa mi accada, qualcosa che cambierà tutto e verso cui tende tutta la mia vita.

You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Written By Chuck Palahniuk

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