You do not talk about Fight Club.
Splices single frames of pornography into family movies. "The audience never sees it, but they feel it."
Works in high-end restaurants and contaminates rich people's food. "It’s all about the secret sauce."
Steals human fat from liposuction clinics to make high-end soap. "Selling rich women their own fat asses back to them."
Starts an underground fight club for disillusioned men. "It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything."
Leads a group of loyal anarchists to destroy corporate America. "We’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."
"Am I awake?"
"You are not your job."
"Everything is a copy of a copy."
"I am Jack’s Smirking Revenge."
"We are consumers."
"Losing all hope was freedom."
"I am Jack’s Complete Lack of Surprise."
"This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time."
"On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."
"I felt like destroying something beautiful."
"You're the worst thing that's ever happened to me."
Marla Singer is a drifter, a chain-smoker, a woman with no attachments. She crashes support groups for terminal illnesses, not because she is dying, but because she feels dead inside.
"When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just..."
She doesn’t care about rules. She thrives in chaos, living in a run-down apartment, stealing clothes from laundromats, and pushing the Narrator further into his descent.
"This isn't love. It's a sport-fuck."
Type "tyler"