Narrator: I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes...Marla Singer: More than one side? You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!
I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.
You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.