07072012 The Wisdom of “Fight Club”

(Some from the movie, some from the book…)

Tyler Durden: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.

Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Narrator: I flipped through catalogs and wondered: What kind of dining set defines me as a person? 

Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.

Tyler Durden: Right. We are consumers. We’re the bi-products of a lifestyle obsession.

Tyler Durden: Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.

Tyler Durden: Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler.

Narrator: This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.

Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

Tyler Durden: You are not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your f***ing khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Narrator: When people think you’re dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just … 
Marla Singer: … instead of just waiting for their turn to speak? 
Narrator: Yeah. Yeah.

Narrator (novel): You do the little job you’re trained to do. Pull a lever. Push a button. You don’t understand any of it, and then you just die.

Tyler Durden (novel):  Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy shit they don’t really need.

(novel): If you don’t know what you want, you end up with a lot you don’t.

(novel): Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

(novel): Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.

(novel): You’re not getting this back you know. Consider it an asshole tax.

(novel): We just had a near-life experience.

(novel): I am nothing, and not even that.

(novel): The amazing miracle of death, when one second you’re walking and talking, and the next second you’re an object.