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

"You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fuc*ing khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world."

"You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways."

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

"Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you."

"You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world."

"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."

"At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves."

"If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't."

The first rule about fight club is you don't talk about fight club. Chuck Palahniuk showed himself to be his generation’s most visionary satirist in this, his first book. Fight Club’s estranged narrator leaves his lackluster job when he comes under the thrall of Tyler Durden, an enigmatic young man who holds secret after-hours boxing matches in the basements of bars. There, two men fight "as long as they have to." This is a gloriously original work that exposes the darkness at the core of our modern world.

Fight Club: A Novel

Shreyas Reddy