I asked if Tyler was an artist. Tyler shrugged...What Tyler had created was the shadow of a giant hand. . . he said how at exactly four-thirty the hand was perfect. The giant shadow hand was perfect for one minute, and for one perfect minute Tyler sa...
This is your life, and its ending one minute at a time.
Only two guys to a fight. One fight at a time. They fight without shirts or shoes. The fights go on as long as they have to. Those are the other rules of fight club.
No, I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.
Si immagini, dice quello della sicurezza, di andare a raccontare a una passeggera all’arrivo che il suo bagaglio è rimasto sulla East Coast per via di un dildo. E certe volte capita con i passeggeri maschi. È politica della compagnia aerea non en...
For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.
Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.
And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.
Prepare to evacuate soul in five, in four, three, two, one.
La primera regla del Club de la lucha es: nadie habla sobre el Club de la lucha. La segunda regla del Club de la lucha es: NADIE habla sobre el Club de la lucha. La tercera regla es: la pelea termina cuando uno de los contendientes grita «alto», pi...
Put the gun to my head and paint walls with my brains.
Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.
You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
Pounding that kid, I really wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every endangered panda that wouldn't screw to save its species and every whale or dolphin that gave up and ran itself aground.
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person.
These are Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I am Tyler's mouth. I am Tyler's hands.
Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master, and nobody had noticed. Still, i'm doing the little FAX thing. I write little HAIKU things and FAX them around to everyone. When i pass people in the hall at work,...
