Fight Club Quotes

The first rule of Fight Club is: You do not talk about Fight Club.

It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.

This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.

It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything.

You are not special. You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

You have to know, not fear, that someday you are going to die.

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.

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.

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It’s right here.

I want you to hit me as hard as you can.

Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer. Maybe self-destruction is the answer.

We don’t have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.

You are not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the contents of your wallet.

It’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world.

I don’t want to die without any scars.

You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense in a Tyler sort of way.

All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I’m free in all the ways that you are not.

Things you own end up owning you.

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government.

The things you used to own, now they own you.

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.

The condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger.

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.

People do it everyday, they talk to themselves. They see themselves as they’d like to be. They don’t have the courage you have, to just run with it.

Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self-destruction…

Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?

It’s funny how you never think about the women you’ve had. It’s always the ones who get away that you can’t forget.

Life is like toilet paper. It’s either on a roll or taking shit from assholes.

I’m free in all the ways you are not.

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.

I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Marla’s philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.

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.

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 are not your fucking khakis.

This is it: Ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?

I am Jack’s wasted life.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

It’s only when you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything.

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?

I can’t get married. I’m a thirty-year-old boy.

All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. I look like you wanna look. I fuck like you wanna fuck. I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I’m free in all the ways that you are not.

The secret to eternal youth is arrested development.

Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

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.

This is it, the apocalypse.