Tyler lies back and asks, "If Marilyn Monroe were alive right now, what would she be doing?" I say, goodnight. The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling and Tyler says, "Clawing at the lid of her coffin.
If Marilyn Monroe was alive right now, what would she be doing?' Clawing at the roof of her coffin.
Where would Jesus be if no one ever wrote the gospels?
The club is too loud to talk, so after a couple of drinks, everyone feels like the centre of attention but completely cut off from participating with anyone else. You're the corpse in an English murder mystery.
You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
We are God's middle children, according to Tyler Durden, with no special place in history and no special attention.
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.
You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes....
At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Ok. You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me a sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole. Is this a pretty accurate description of our relationship.
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
I am nothing, and not even that.
Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.
One minute was enough, Tyler said, "A person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.
