When people think you’re dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.

Fight Club

Doesn’t really give me goosebumps, but I think about it a lot because how much of a lie it is, especially because the Narrator/Cornelius is too full of himself to recognize the only people stopping to listen to him are people who are actually dying themselves. He isn’t dying, and isn’t actually listening to any of their stories, certainly not with sincerity or care. He is just merely… waiting for his turn to speak.