Fight Club Quotes
Is Tyler my bad dream? Or am I Tyler’s?
Narrator
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People do it everyday, they talk to themselves… they see themselves as they’d like to be, they don’t have the courage you have, to just run with it.
Tyler
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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.
Tyler
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Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.
Tyler
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It’s just, when you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that’s it. That’s the last sofa I’m gonna need. Whatever else happens, I’ve got that sofa problem handled.
Narrator
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Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction…
Tyler
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It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
Tyler
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She’s a predator posing as a house pet.
Tyler
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Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.
Narrator
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Like so many others, I had become a slave to the IKEA nesting instinct.
Narrator
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Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Tyler
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Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God d*mn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables
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Marla… the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can’t.
Narrator
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Marla’s philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.
Narrator
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Most of the week we were Ozzie and Harriet, but every Saturday night we were finding something out: we were finding out more and more that we were not alone. It used to be that when I came home angry and depressed I’d just clean my condo, polish my Scandinavian furniture. I should have been looking for a new condo. I should have been haggling with my insurance company. I should have been upset about my nice, neat, flaming little sh*t. But I wasn’t.
Narrator
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