Jack: He had a plan. Maybe you just didn't see it 'til it hit you between the eyes. But, it started to make sense... in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
Tyler: Where did you go, Psycho-Boy?
Jack: I felt like destroying something beautiful.
Tyler: Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. Deal with it the way a living person does.
Tyler: Fuck damnation. Fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children, with no special place and no special attention, and so be it. [...]You can go to the sink and run water over your hand. Look at me! Or you can use vinegar to neutralize the burn, but first you have to give up. First, you have to know that someday, you are going to die. Until you know that, you will be useless.
Jack: You... you don't know what this feels like, Tyler.
Tyler: Congratulations. You're a step closer to hitting bottom.
Tyler: I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who have ever lived... an entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables; or they're slaves with white collars.
[...]
Advertisements have them chasing cars and clothes, working jobs they hate so they can buy shit they don't need. We are the middle children of history, with no purpose or place. We have no great war, or great depression. The great war is a spiritual war. The great depression is our lives. We were raised by television to believe that we'd be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars... but we won't. And we're learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed-off.
We are the quiet young men who listen until it's time to decide.-
