• The first step to eternal life is you have to die.
  • Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.
  • This is when I'd cry because right now, your life comes down to nothing, and not even nothing, oblivion.
  • It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die. On a long-enough line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero.
  • "All my life," Bob cries. "Why I do anything, I don't know."
    • Faker.
    • Faker.
    • Faker.
  • Three weeks and I hadn't slept. Three weeks without sleep, and everything becomes an out-of-body experience.
  • This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you.
  • This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
  • Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born.
    • Ressurected.
  • In this one moment, Marla's lie reflects my lie, and all I can see are lies.
  • Some people are night people. Some people are day people.
  • The charm of travelling is everywhere I go, tiny life.
  • This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
  • For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you're gone.
  • If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?
  • Sometimes you wake up and have to ask where you are.
  • You wake up, and you're nowhere.
    • Death to commence in three, in two.
    • Moonlight shines in through the open mouth.
    • Prepare for the last breath, now.
    • Evacuate.
    • Now.
    • Soul clear of body.
    • Now.
    • Death commences.
    • Now.
  • Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
  • Oh Tyler, please deliver me.
  • "A lot of young people try to impress the world and buy too many things." the doorman said.
  • Oh Tyler, please rescue me.
  • The doorman leaned into my shoulder and said, "A lot of young people don't know what they really want."
  • "Young people, they think they want the whole world."
  • "If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't."
    • May I never be complete.
    • May I never be content.
    • May I never be perfect.
    • Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.
  • You can swallow about a pint of blood before you're sick.
  • You don't say anything because fight club only exists in the hours between when fight club starts, and when fight club ends.
  • Who guys are in fight club is not who they are in the real world.
  • Nothing is static. Even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.
    • Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.
    • Maybe self-destruction is the answer.
  • What you see in fight club is a generation of men raised by women.
  • What happens in fight club doesn't happen in words.
  • You aren't alive anywhere like you're alive at fight club. When it's you and the other guy under that one light in the middle of all those watching. Fight club isn't about winning or losing fights. Fight club isn't about words.
  • If you've never been in a fight, you wonder. About getting hurt, about what you're capable of doing against another man.
  • At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
  • Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered.
  • Most guys are at fight club because of something they're too scared to fight. After a few fights, you're afraid a lot less.
  • Sometimes you do something, and you get screwed. Sometimes it's the things you don't do, and you get screwed.
  • Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.
  • Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
  • "It's only after you've lost everything," Tyler says, "that you're free to do anything.
  • "This is the greatest moment of your life," Tyler says, "and you're off somewhere else missing it."
  • Maybe, I say, you shouldn't be bringing every little piece of trash you pick up.
  • This is insomnia. All night, your thoughts are on the air.
  • All night long, you're thinking: Am I asleep? Have I slept?
  • Cancer will be like that, I tell Marla. There will be mistakes, and maybe the point is not to forget the rest of yourself if one little part might go bad.
  • The cancer I don't have is everywhere now.
  • There are a lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.
  • Marla's philosophy of life, she told me, is that she can die at any moment. The tragedy of her life is that she doesn't.
  • Nothing is static. Everything is falling apart.
  • Marla's heart looked the way my face was. The crap and the trash of the world. Post-consumer human butt wipe that no one would ever go to the trouble to recycle.
  • "Disaster is a natural part of my evolution," Tyler whispered, "toward tragedy and dissolution."
    • We have too much to lose.
    • I have nothing.
    • You have everything.
    • Arson meets on Monday.
    • Assault on Tuesday.
    • Mischief meets on Wednesday.
    • And misinformation meets on Thursday.
    • Organized chaos. The Bureaucracy of Anarchy. You figure it out.
  • Maybe we should always assume the worst.
  • I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have.
  • This is my world, my world, and those ancient people are dead.
  • It's Project Mayhem that's going to save the world. A cultural ice age. A prematurely induced dark age. Project Mayhem will force humanity to go dormant or into remission long enough for the Earth to recover.
  • This was the goal of Project Mayhem, Tyler said, the complete and right-away destruction of civilization.
    • Arson. Assault. Mischief and Misinformation.
    • No questions. No questions. No excuses and no lies.
    • You are not a beautiful snowflake.
    • You are the same organic decaying matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.
  • The space monkey continues, "Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing."
  • We're all just a big bunch of crap, I say.
    • Where are we going?
    • What is there to look forward to?
  • Only if we're caught and punished can we be saved.
  • The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly.
    • I am helpless.
    • I am stupid, and all I do is want and need things.
    • Now. The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second, you're an object.
    • I am nothing, and not even that.
    • Cold.
    • Invisible.
  • Not everything is about money.
    • If you can wake up in a different place.
    • If you can wake up in a different time.
    • Why can't you wake up as a different person?
  • I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world. I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.
  • "I am the shit and infectious human waste of creation.
  • That old saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways.
    • You aren't your name.
    • You aren't your family.
  • Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see that we're all manifestations of love?
    • We are not special.
    • We are not crap or trash, either.
    • We just are.
    • We just are, and what happens just happens.
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