Movie: Fight club (Fight Club). Page 5

We were on the verge of life!

Six months I could not sleep. When you have insomnia everything is unreal; all is very far from you, it's all copies of copies of copies.

Feathers stuck to your ass, doesn't make you a chicken.
(As feathers do the same, the chicken will not.)

Yeah, with enough soap, one could blow up anything.

People are slaves to their things.

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
I the end, we find freedom.

I know this because Tyler knows this.

People always ask me if I know Tyler Durden?

If you're reading this then this warning is for you. Read every useless word you takes a second of your life. You that, have nothing more to do? Your life is so empty that you really are not able to find more interesting things to do? Or power so impressed you with their respect and trust to all who popadja? You read all that to read? You think about whatever needs thinking? I buy everything that is touted as necessary? Get out of his apartment. Meet someone of the opposite sex. Stop to buy things and to masturbate. Throw his work. Untie the fight. Prove that you are alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become figures in static reports. I warned you. Tyler.

It's your life, and it's getting shorter every minute.

The things you own, eventually possess you.

Self improvement is Masturbation. Self-destruction is what really matters!