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Chuck Palahniuk - Fight Club

Chuck Palahniuk - Fight Club
"If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned."
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Time to stand up for what you believe in.
Hey, you created me...take some responsibility!(talking to himself about himself)
And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.(talking about Fight Club)
God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas.(suggesting that most experiences are, by nature, dead)
Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted.(after Raymond Hessel faces death but lives)
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died?
"Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!"
Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me.
How embarrassing...a house full of condiments and no food.(a synecdoche for modern consumer driven life)
Is that what a real man is supposed to look like?(narrator, while looking at a Calvin Klein-esque ad on the bus)
We are all part of the same compost heap.(talking about consumerism)
What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fucking condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won't do it.
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war...our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
"We're consumers. We are byproducts of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra...Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns."
The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions.