TYLER DİYOR Kİ:
“Burada, yaşayan en güçlü ve en zeki erkekleri görüyorum. Bütün bir nesil benzin pompalıyor, garsonluk yapıyor, ya da beyaz yakalı köle olmuş. reklâmlar yüzünden araba ve kıyafet peşinde... Nefret ettiğimiz işlerde çalışıp, gereksiz şeyler alıyoruz.”
“Bizler tarihin ortanca çocuklarıyız. Bir amacımız ya da yerimiz yok. Ne büyük savaşı yaşadık, ne de Büyük Buhranı. Bizim savaşımız ruhani bir savaş. En büyük buhranımız hayatlarımız. Televizyonla büyürken milyoner, film yıldızı ya da rock yıldızı olacağımıza inandık, ama olmayacağız. Bunu yavaş yavaş öğreniyoruz. ve bu yüzden giderek öfkeleniyoruz.”
“Sizler işiniz değilsiniz, sizler paranız kadar değilsiniz, bindiğiniz araba değilsiniz, kredi kartlarınızın limiti değilsiniz. Sizler iç çamaşırı değilsiniz. Sizler dünyanın dans edip, şarkı söyleyen pisliklerisiniz.”
“Sizler özel değilsiniz. Sizler güzel ya da eşi olmayan kar taneleri değilsiniz. Sizler herkes gibi çürüyen organik maddelersiniz.”
THİS İS YOUR LİFE!
“...and you open the door and you step inside---we're inside our hearts. now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light. that's right, feel your pain, the pain itself, it's a white ball of healing light.---i don't think so. this is your life... good to the last drop, doesn't get any better than this... this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time... this isn't a seminar and this isn't a weekend retreat. where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like. only after disaster can we be resurrected... it's only after you have lost everything that you
are free to do anything. nothing is static, everything is appalling, everything is falling apart. this is your life (repeat) it doesn't get any better than this. this is your life (repeat) and it's ending one minute at a time...you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake*... you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. we are all a part of the same compost heap, we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. you are not your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear. you are not the contents of your wallet... you are not your bowel cancer. you are not your grande latte. you are not the car you drive... you are not your fucking khakis. you have to give up, you have to give up. you have to realize that someday you will die, until you know that you are useless. i say let me never be complete. i say may i never be content. i say deliver me from swedish furniture! i say deliver me from clever art. i say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. i say you have to give up. i say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may. this is your life (repeat) it doesn't get any better than this. this is your life (repeat) and it's ending one minute at a time. you have to give up. you have to give up. (in the background you can hear tyler durden shouting i want you to hit me as hard as you can!) welcome to fight club, if this is your first night, you have to fight.”
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