Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club Quotes

This is your life, and its ending one minute at a time.

If she was going to die, Marla didn't want to know about it.

Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born.

And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.

No, I say, it's fine.Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.

We are God's middle children, according to Tyler Durden, with no special place in history and no special attention.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.

Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.

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

HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing, and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.

Believe in me and you shall die, forever.

Hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.

We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, and show them courage by frightening them.

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?

I am nothing, and not even that.

You had a near life experience.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.

Pounding that kid, I really wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every endangered panda that wouldn't screw to save its species and every whale or dolphin that gave up and ran itself aground.

It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!

Prepare to evacuate soul in five, in four, three, two, one.

If you're male, and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And sometimes you find your father in your career.

If you don't know what you want, " the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't.

I refuse to give readers an uplifting faux experience engineered to comfort them and perpetuate the sociopolitical and economic status quo.""Who died and made you Bertolt Brecht?

Put the gun to my head and paint walls with my brains.

And the seventh rule is if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.

Only two guys to a fight. One fight at a time. They fight without shirts or shoes. The fights go on as long as they have to. Those are the other rules of fight club.

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

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

After fight club you're so relaxed, you just cannot care.

Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.

If Marilyn Monroe was alive right now, what would she be doing?'Clawing at the roof of her coffin.

Skinny guys fight till they're burger.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.

I don't want to die without any scars.

Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.

You have to give up! you have to give up!You have to realize that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless!

Where would Jesus be if no one ever wrote the gospels?

If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?