I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was kind of tumbler. The sale as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. This isn't suffering. It's erosion.

Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and glory of the world. To deconstruct. To dismiss. She said people can't deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it can't be explained and understood.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

I love everything about Tyler Durden, his courage and his smarts. His nerve. Tyler is funny and charming and forceful and independent, and men look up to him and expect him to change their world. Tyler is capable and free, and I am not.

If you're not drunk and half naked by this point, you're not paying attention.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.