Book: Fight club

There are many things we don't want to know about the people we love.

Cancer is what it is, I tell Marla. Mistakes happen, and maybe the point is that you shouldn't forget about the rest of yourself, even if a small piece has gone bad.

It was freedom. The complete loss of hope was freedom.

This little woman, similar to the skeleton's name is Chloe. On her ass pants sagged a sad sack. Chloe says that because of brain parasites no one wants to make love to her. She's died so many times that the amount paid for medical insurance amounted to seventy-five thousand dollars, and all she now wants is someone to fuck her. About love and the question: just fucked and that's it.

The big wet face pressed to the top of my head, and then I usually start to cry. It's easy to cry when you see nothing, surrounded by the warmth of a stranger, Konov understand that whatever you achieve in this life, sooner or later it will become dust.

I'm stupid. I just all the time want something, all the time cling to something. For my pathetic life. My little shit job. For the Swedish furniture.

"The project mayhem" will save the world. An ice age culture. A prematurely induced dark age. "The project mayhem" will force humanity to take a NAP and restrict their appetites to the time needed for the Earth to recover.
Is the only justification for anarchy, says Tyler. - You just think. Fight club makes men out of clerks and cashiers. "The project mayhem" will make something more decent of modern civilization.

- Recycling and speed limits are bullshit, Tyler said. - It reminds me of those smokers that decide to quit Smoking, lying on his deathbed.

Thousands of years humans have fucked this planet, trashing it, and litter it, and now history demands that I clean up after everyone and pay their bills. Flaked cans, after washing them clean. Accountable for every drop of used motor oil.
And I have to pay for nuclear waste and fuel containers, buried in the ground, and landslides that destroy underground disposal of toxic wastes, for all that you've done the previous generation.

- I'm done with the thirst for physical power and proprietary drive - Tyler whispered, because only through self-destruction I will be able to come to power over the spirit.

Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. But once I was such a nice person.

Insomnia is very serious. Everything seems so far away, a copy taken from a copy made from another copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't nor want to touch a thing, and nothing can touch you.

My face began to resemble a wrinkled old bag, I was resurrected from the dead.

Under the cover of inside everything one takes for granted, is born something terrible.