Tyler Durden

An exit-door procedure at 30.000 feet. Mm-hmm. The illusion of safety.

We've had a near-life experience!

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

The things you own end up owning you.

The first rule of fight club is — you don't talk about fight club.
The second rule of fight club is — you don't talk about fight club.
The third rule in fight club is — when someone says "stop" or goes
limp, the fight is over. The fourth rule is — only two guys to a fight.
Fifth rule — one fight at a time.
Sixth rule — no shirts or shoes.
Seventh rule — fights go on as long as they have to.
And the eighth rule of fight club is — if this is your first night, you *have* to fight.

You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.

Now, a question of etiquette – as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?

— 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.
— Where'd you go, psycho boy?
— I felt like destroying something beautiful.

I'm tired of watching only professionals. I don't want to die without any scars.

We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

[the narrator pulls a loose tooth out of his mouth]
— Fuck.
— Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.

— I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.
— It was worth every penny.
— It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree — so special, then, bam, it's on the side of the road with tinsel still clinging to it.