Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Quotes About Tyler Durden
“I don't want to die without any
scars.”
“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.
Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're
trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to
own, now they own you.”
“I see in the fight club the
strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all
this potential and I see squandering. God damn it, an
entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables, slaves
with white collars, advertising has us chasing cars and
clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we
don't need. We're the middle children of the history
man, no purpose or place, we have no Great war, no Great
depression, our great war is a spiritual war, our great
depression is our lives, we've been all raised by
television to believe that one day we'd all be
millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't
and we're slowly learning that fact. and we're very very
pissed off.”
“Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!”
“If you could be either God’s worst
enemy or nothing, which would you choose?”
“Rememeber this. The people you're
trying to step on, we're everyone you depend on. We're the
people who do your laundry and cook your food and serve your
dinner. We make your bed. We guard you while you're asleep. We
drive the ambulances. We direct your call. We are cooks and
taxi drivers and we know everything about you. We process your
insurance claims and credit card charges. We control every
part of your life.
We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact. So don't fuck with us.”
We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact. So don't fuck with us.”
“Reject the basic assumptions of
civilization, especially the importance of material
possessions.”
“The liberator who destroys my property
is fighting to save my spirit. The teacher who clears all
possessions from my path will set me free.”
“Tyler and me at the edge of the roof,the
gun in my mouth,I'm wondering how clean this gun is.”
Fight Club: Why Tyler Durden Is a Minimalist
Fight Club is not a film about fighting. It’s a narrative about life and about getting rid of the corporate and cultural influences (or perhaps the confluence of the two) that control our lives. These are some of our favourite minimalist quotes from the film.
- The things you own end up owning you.
- It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
- You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
- Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.
- Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let…lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.
- The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions.
- Do you know what a duvet is?…It’s a blanket. Just a blanket. Now why do guys like you and me know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we then?…We are consumers. We’re the byproducts of a lifestyle obsession.
- We’re consumers. We are the byproducts of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra…Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha’s polishing the brass on the Titanic. It’s all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns.
- Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war…our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
- What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fucking condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won’t do it.
- We are all part of the same compost heap.
- How embarrassing…a house full of condiments and no food. [A synecdoche for modern consumer driven life.]
- Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that’s your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me.
- Hitting bottom isn’t a weekend retreat. It’s not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!
- Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
- Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
- Guys, what would you wish you’d done before you died?
- Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel’s life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted.
- Hey, you created me…take some responsibility!
- And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.
- God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas. [Suggesting that most experiences are, by nature, dead.]
- Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
- Time to stand up for what you believe in.
- If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.
- This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
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