Fight Club

See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled.

Everything in heaven is quiet, rubber-soled shoes.

"We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact," Tyler said. "So don't fuck with us."

A law is a law, Tyler would say. Driving too fast was the same as setting a fire was the same as planting a bomb was the same as shooting a man.
A criminal is a criminal is a criminal.

Not like death as a sad, downer thing, this was going to be death as a cheery, empowering thing.

And your one perfect moment won't last forever.

We are not special.
We are not crap or trash, either.
We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.

The insomnia distance of everything, a copy of a copy of a copy. You can't touch anything, and nothing can touch you.

You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake.

"If Marilyn Monroe were alive right now, what would she be doing?"(...) The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling and Tyler says, "Clawing at the lid of her coffin.”

Look up at the stars and you're gone.

Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you

You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

"You can cry," Tyler says, "but every tear that lands in the lye flakes on your skin will burn a cigarette burn scar."