People are always asking, did I know about Tyler Durden?"
I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke. I wanted to destroy something beautiful.
After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down. You could deal with anything.
A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.
If you woke up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.
I know this because Tyler knows this.
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
Marla was like that cut on the roof of your mouth that would heal if you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.
If I had a tumor, I'd name it Marla.
For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
How embarrassing. A house full of condiments and no food.
You met me at a very strange time in my life.
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
How much can you possibly know about yourself if you've never been in a fight? I don't want to die without any scars.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
You know, man, it could be worse: a woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.
Now why do guys like you and me know what a duvet is? Is it essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No.
I say: Evolve and let the chips fall where they may.
The things you own, end up owning you.
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.
The first rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, someone yells 'stop', goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
[The Narrator reaches his hand into his mouth and pulls out a tooth that's been knocked loose.] Tyler says: "Even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.
Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.