An exit-door procedure at 30.000 feet. Mm-hmm. The illusion of safety.
— You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
— So you can breathe.
— Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you take giant panic breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing, 600mph. Blank faces. Calm as hindu cows.
— That's um... That's an interesting theory.
It's only after we have lost everything that we are free to do anything.
I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.
[Holding up a wad of cash]
You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax.
The first rule of Fight Club is... you do not talk about Fight Club.
The second rule of Fight Club is... you do not talk about Fight Club!
Third rule of Fight Club someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over.
Fourth rule. Only two guys to a fight.
Fifth rule. One fight at a time, fellas.
Sixth rule, no shirts, no shoes.
Seventh rule. Fights will go on as long as they have to.
And the eighth and final rule. If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
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