People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a Barbie doll, a vacuum cleaner. We're all such products.

I was tired and crazy and rushed, and every time I boarded a plane, I wanted the plane to crash. I envied people dying of cancer. I hated my life. I was tired and bored with my job and my furniture, and I couldn’t see any way to change things. Only end them.

What you see at fight club is a generation of men raised by women.

If You Don’t Claim Your Humanity, You Will Become A Statistic.

You'll need to suffer to make any real art.

The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.