What did you learn?

We all love books and movies right ?! But do we learn something from them or we just watch and read, and that’s it ?! Just like liking and listening to a song, loving the melody but never fully listened to the words, but when you do, you’ll like the song better. Just like that cartoon on the internet with people enjoying the singing of a bird in cage and in fact, the bird was screaming: “Let me out you fucking assholes !!! You’re fucking up my life for your own amusement, you’re entertained now, you sons of bitches ?!”

Below are some amazing quotes from the book Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk, that became Fight Club, the movie.

I’ll comment on some, but some are just plain self explanatory and beautiful.


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

– You must be aware of that and don’t lose time, you know, the ticking of the clock should be changed to: fucked, fucked, fucked, fucked, 60 fucks per second.


“This was freedom.  Losing all hope was freedom. “

– This has something to do with no deception if you don’t have expectations.


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

– Some of us want that, but guess what ?! You can’t !!! The beauty is to understand the way you are and feel great about it.


“And I wasn’t the only slave to my nesting instinct.  The people I know who used to sit in the bathroom with pornography, now they sit in the bathroom with their IKEA furniture catalogue.”

“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.” 

– We made lots of loans to buy things, we lost jobs and now, every day and every second, we’re thinking of how to make money to pay those loans. Our mind is screwed. Do we enjoy all the stuff we have bought ?! NO !!! 


“I just don’t want to die without a few scars.”

– Life is boring without fights, don’t you think?!


“After a night in fight club, everything in the real world gets the volume turned down.  Nothing can piss you off.  Your word is law, and if other people break that law or question you, even that doesn’t piss you off.”

“It used to be enough that when I came home angry and knowing that my life wasn’t toeing my five-year plan, I could clean my condominium or detail my car.  Someday I’d be dead without a scar and there would be a really nice condo and car.”


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

– I don’t really get this, someone please explain.


“The gyms you go to are crowded with guys trying to look like menas if being a man means looking the way a sculptor or an art director says.”

“You aren’t alive anywhere like you’re alive at fight club…. Fight club isn’t about winning or losing fights.  Fight club isn’t about words.  You see a guy come to fight club for the first time, and his ass is a loaf of white bread.  You see this same guy here six months later, and he looks carved out of wood.  This guy trusts himself to handle anything.  There’s grunting and noise at fight club like at the gym, but fight club isn’t about looking good.  There’s hysterical shouting in tongues like at church, and when you wake up Sunday afternoon you feel saved.”

– I am not going to gym but i love cycling and here is why:

  • you’re smelling nature and your own sweat not 20 others
  • the view changes all the time, slowly and that’s very engaging. Of course, if you go to the gym to watch girls running and jumping, this is another thing … you pervert! :)
  • you get the adrenaline of trucks blowing their horns as they are passing 5 inches from you
  • you feel the people, you get lost, you stop to rest, you talk to people, you socialize, you know, the best Facebook on this world
  • it’s just you, the bike and the road and you keep on going, you don’t know what is around the corner, you discover. Last saturday morning, i get on my bicycle and hit the road, destination some ruins in a village around 10 miles away. I knew the road by car but never cycling, i cycled 15 miles before on flat land so 10 wouldn’t be a problem, i knew there were 2 hills to climb so i said to myself i’ll be alright with that also. And so i went 10 miles, didn’t saw a sign for the old ruins and kept on going till i reached the next village. I asked an old woman about the ruins and she said i’m way past that and i should go back. She was a simple old woman and she recalled a story about the old ruins, she was very nice. So, i wouldn’t want to turn around, i’m on an adventure right?! so i kept going, thinking i should go to the ruins on my way back. And went on, hill after hill, so connected, so my 2 hills became like 6 and my 10 miles trip became 40. I wouldn’t stop, i could, i wanted to stop but i didn’t stop, i’m a beginner in cycling but i wanted to go over my 15 miles limit and i did it. And don’t you think it was a walk in the park, i couldn’t cycle the last hill, my muscles were blocked, i walked next to my bicycle with my legs stiff like 5 rhinos and 10 elephants screwed me. I imagine how the cars passing by saw the picture. :) . The muscles recovered, cycled some more, again pain and stiff legs, again recovered, cycled more. Finally, not far from home i wanted to get off the bike … i couldn’t. My legs were so stiff. I was sitting there standing up, feet on the ground, bicycle between my legs, thinking how the hell i get off. There was this woman on the other side of the road looking at me. I remembered to move the muscles to recovered and i went very slowly to move my body up and down with my legs. I was doing that looking at the woman who was stunned by the view, i don’t want to know what was she thinking but boy, i think she didn’t recovered very fast, what would you feel if a guy full of sweat, with the face red as a crab in boiling water is looking at you doing that “i like to move it, move it” motion?! :)


It’s only after you’ve lost everything,” Tyler says, “that you’re free to do anything.

“For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet,and now history expected me to clean up after everyone.  I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans.  And account for every drop of used motor oil.  And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born.”


“We wanted to blast the world free of history…. picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course.  You’ll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle.  We’ll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what’s left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against the bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night.”

– pretty nice picture, i would love to see that.


Recycling and speed limits are bullshit,” Tyler said.  “They’re like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

– fuck limits ! let go ! live !!!


“Imagine,” Tyler said, “stalking elk past department store windows and stinking racks of beautiful rotting dresses and tuxedos on hangers; you’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life, and you’ll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower.  Jack and the beanstalk, you’ll climb up through the dripping forest canopy and the air will be so clean you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison to dry in the empty car pool lane of an abandoned superhighway stretching eight-lanes-wide and August-hot for a thousand miles.

“You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.  You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.” 

“…you’re not how much money you’ve got in the bank.  You’re not your job.  You’re not your family, and you’re not who you tell yourself…. You’re not your name…. You’re not your problems…. You’re not your age…. You are not your hopes.”

– you’re just you and please enjoy every minute of you!


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

“All a gun does is focus an explosion in one direction.  You have a class of young strong men and women, and they want to give their lives to something.  Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don’t need.  Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don’t really need.”

– stop buying stuff !!! start buying time !!! Honest, free, beautiful time !!!


“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.”

“We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, and show them courage by frightening them.”

“I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world…. I am the toxic waste by-product of God’s creation.”  

“…when deep-space exploitation ramps up, it will probably be the megatonic corporations that discover all the new planets and map them.  The IBM Stellar Sphere.  The Philip Morris Galaxy.  Planet Denny’s.  Every planet will take on the corporate identity of whoever rapes it first.  Budweiser World.”


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