fight club

Bob had bitch tits.

People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden.

If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

Strangers with this kind of honesty make me grow a big rubbery one.

You wake up at SeaTac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

I am Jack's... complete lack of surprise.

On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

I felt like destroying something beautiful.

I am Jack's wasted life.

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.

With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.

Fight club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church.

Tyler built himself an army. Why was Tyler Durden building an army? To what purpose? For what greater good? In Tyler we trusted.

I want you to really listen to me. My eyes are open.

You met me at a very strange time in my life.