The Narrator

"You've been asleep. Now wake up."

"This is a single-serving world, and we are single-serving friends."

"The first step to eternal glory is dying. So come die with me."

"You're not your job. You're not your bank account. You're not your fucking khakis."

"Maybe we should have a telegraph pole up the ass."

"Only after disaster can we be resurrected."

"You're a statistic. You're the product of a huge machinery."

"Do you know what a duvet is? It's a comforter with a blanket on the outside. A comforter is already a blanket."

"The things you own end up owning you."

"Our parents would be happy with a cheeseburger Friday night, a hire car on Saturday morning and vinyl LP on Sunday. That's the icing on the cake."

"You're not your social security number."

"Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy is she won't."

"I'd like to quit my job and go to Paper Street and live in a house."

"The liberator who destroys my property will save my soul."

"I am invisible because of a great biochemical accident."

"You have to give up the idea that you have a right to anything. You don't."

"This is what a man looks like when he cares about something."

"Gentlemen, welcome to Fight Club."

"You wanted to be special. You wanted to be exceptional. It's over."

"Your life is not your own. It's the product of a thousand compromises."

"What if you could have anything you wanted? What would you want?"

"The most important thing is the crap they don't tell you about."

"You're not going to be able to go home again because home has changed and, in a way, you've changed."

"I don't want to die without any scars."

"The things you own will eventually own you."

"You have to learn to let go."

"We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."

"His name was Robert Paulsen. His name... was Robert Paulsen."

"You're not your fucking khakis."

"Maybe the answer is we're supposed to be alone. That we're supposed to live as individuals."