Our Real Discoveries Come From Chaos.

Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.

We're All Trapped. It's Always 1734. All Of Us, We're Stuck In The Same Time Capsule, The Same As Those Television Shows Where The Same People Are Marooned On The Same Desert Island For Thirty Seasons And Never Age Or Escape. They Just Wear More Makeup. In A Creepy Way, Those Shows Are Maybe Too Authentic.

Tyler And Me At The Edge Of The Roof, The Gun In My Mouth, I'm Wondering How Clean This Gun Is.

I Don't Know The Difference Between What I Want And What I'm Trained To Want.

And The Seventh Rule Is If This Is Your First Night At Fight Club, You Have To Fight.