These people have made terrible life decisions.
I like the idea but I wouldn’t be caught dead with Kurt Vonnegut or e. e. cummings on my ass, let alone Chuck Palahniuk. He will regret that in five years tops.
I like the ones from Le Petit Prince and The Lorax, and if everyone who got through Ulysses tattooed it on their backs, it would still be rare enough as to be novel. I am going to think about what literature is significant enough to me to render immortal by searing it into my flesh.
