Gambino said:
as well, you never thanked me for making you plat
give me some weed .
On a large enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero. ~Chapter 2
This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. ~Chapter 2
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. ~Chapter 3
If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person? ~Chapter 3
One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection. ~Chapter 3
And I wasn't the only slave to my nesting instinct. The people I know who used to sit in the bathroom with pornography, now they sit in the bathroom with their IKEA furniture catalogue. ~Chapter 5
You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you. ~Chapter 5
"If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't." ~Chapter 5
May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete. ~Chapter 5
I just don't want to die without a few scars. ~Chapter 6
After a night in fight club, everything in the real world gets the volume turned down. Nothing can piss you off. Your word is law, and if other people break that law or question you, even that doesn't piss you off. ~Chapter 6
It used to be enough that when I came home angry and knowing that my life wasn't toeing my five-year plan, I could clean my condominium or detail my car. Someday I'd be dead without a scar and there would be a really nice condo and car. ~Chapter 6
Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.... Maybe self-destruction is the answer. ~Chapter 6
The gyms you go to are crowded with guys trying to look like men, as if being a man means looking the way a sculptor or an art director says. ~Chapter 6