In the dark novel Fight Club, an unnamed protagonist who suffers from insomnia meets a man named Tyler Durden. After the protagonists' condo explodes, he moves in with Durden. The two form a "fight club," which allows them to let off steam through violence. The fight club catches on and turns into an anti-consumerist group that commits terrorist acts. The protagonist grows uncomfortable with the group's actions. He learns that he and Tyler are the same person and finally makes a decision that will separate himself from Tyler forever.
Fight Club is a 1996 novel by Chuck Palahniuk. The plot is based around an unnamed protagonist who struggles with his growing discomfort with consumerism and changes in the state of masculinity in American culture. In an attempt to overcome this, he creates an underground fighting club as a radical form of psychotherapy.
Push a button.
You don't understand any of it, and then you just die.
Maybe self-destruction is the answer.
When I got a job and turned twenty-five, long distance, I said, now what? My dad didn't know, so he said, get married.
I'm a thirty-year-old boy, and I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer I need.
The queen is their slave
Think about the monkeys shot into space.
"Without their death, their pain, without their sacrifice,: Tyler says, "we would have nothing."
You had their full attention.
People listened instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.
And when they spoke, they weren't telling you a story. When the two of you talked, you were building something, and afterward you were both different than before.
I know this because Tyler knows this.
This is my world, my world, and those ancient people are dead.
Which is worse, hell or nothing?
Only if we're caught and punished can we be saved.
Only end them.
I felt trapped.
I was too complete.
I was too perfect.
Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.
I am Ozymandias, king of kings.
Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.
We are not special
We are not crap or trash either.
We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, "No, that's not right
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
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