Tyler Durden: "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."
"Oh, you can't help...going among mad people," said the Cat. "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be mad," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
Razumikhin: "so let's stop. I did have some purpose when I started talking, but all this self-gratifying chatter, this endless stream of commonplaces, and all the same, always the same, has become so sickening..."
Daisy: "What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon, and the day after that, and the next thirty years?" Jordan: "Don't be morbid."
Ralph Waldo Emerson: "What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder, because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude...."
Naota: "Trapped in a town covered in smoke, I'd begun to forget that there was ever a world outside. I'd become used to a world where nothing out of the ordinary happens, where everything that happens is just the same old, same old. A world where I would just spend my days inching closer and closer to death. Except that Haruko is here, and thus, I won't forget there is a world outside of all of this."