Fight Club

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.

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

"Sticking feathers up your butt," Tyler says, "does not make you a chicken."

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.


And Tyler pours the lye