Looking for a new subject for my blog and seeing that the movies category doesn’t have much to take pride in I thought I’d write something about Fight Club. That’s definitelly one of my favourite movies and I’m sure other people’s too.

Now, before proceeding I thought I’d look for a video of it and take it from there. Since Dailymotion is one of my options (for a certain reason YouTube is not as reliable since the link might work today but not two days from now) … so, as Dailymotion is one of the options I said I’d start my search there. And so I did. Now, the search term fight club (and other related search terms) only returned videos of people actually fighting. Only one video was related to the movie.

Now what does that tell us? The movie reflects and explains our world better than we expected.

To honor this brilliant movie (and first of all the book), here are some great quotes from it. Enjoy!

  • Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let… lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.
  • Tyler Durden: Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
  • Tyler Durden: Now, a question of etiquette – as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?
  • Narrator: This is crazy…
    Tyler Durden: People do it everyday, they talk to themselves… they see themselves as they’d like to be, they don’t have the courage you have, to just run with it.
  • Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God’s unwanted children? So be it!
  • Tyler Durden: First you have to give up, first you have to *know*… not fear… *know*… that someday you’re gonna die.
  • Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
  • Tyler Durden: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
  • Tyler Durden: You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
  • Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
  • Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
  • Narrator: When people think you’re dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just…
    Marla Singer: – instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?
  • Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.
  • Narrator: What do you do for a living?
    Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you’re interested?
  • Narrator: If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
  • Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
  • Narrator: With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.
  • Narrator: Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years.
  • Tyler Durden: We’re consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.
    Narrator: Martha Stewart.
    Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha’s polishing the brass on the Titanic. It’s all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.
  • Narrator: I flipped through catalogs and wondered: What kind of dining set defines me as a person?
  • Narrator: Marla’s philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.
  • Tyler Durden: Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.

I’m sure there are tones more of them but I gotta stop sometime …

Thank you Chuck Palahniuk!

Time for the Pill


(Album – Golden State)

Let it slide overhead
When I believe in you my soul can rest
But as love that’s really love can never fail
But fail it does
When we shine like the sun
You seem the only one my only friend

So pretty in white
Pretty when you’re faithful
so pretty in white
Pretty when you’re faithful
When you’re faithful

I resigned from myself
Took a break as someone else
It’s like we’ve come undone
But I’ve only just become inflatable for you

So pretty in white
Pretty when you’re faithful
so pretty in white
Pretty when you’re faithful
so pretty in white
Pretty when you’re faithful
When you’re faithful

I don’t mind most of the time
But you push me so far inside

So pretty in white
Pretty when you’re faithful
so pretty in white
Pretty when you’re faithful
so pretty in white
Pretty when you’re faithful
so pretty in white
Pretty when you’re faithful
When you’re faithful
When you’re faithful

Between you and me …

‘I’ll try not to complain
I know that’s a pisser baby’

Wilde Thoughts

Here are some quotes by Oscar Wilde, one of my favourite authors. Inspiring, revealing, or just a pleasat way to pass the time … a good read nonetheless. Enjoy!
First off …
  • Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.

  • Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.

  • Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.

  • Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

  • Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.

  • I am not young enough to know everything.

  • I think that God in creating Man somewhat overestimated his ability.

  • Illusion is the first of all pleasures.

  • Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.

  • Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace.

  • Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. (point made 😀)

  • Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.

  • Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.

  • The aim of life is self-development. To realize one’s nature perfectly – that is what each of us is here for

  • The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

  • There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating: people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.

  • We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities.

  • We teach people how to remember, we never teach them how to grow.

  • Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.

  • Why was I born with such contemporaries?

  • Wisdom comes with winters.

  • One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.

  • The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived.

  • When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.

  • Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.

  • Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons.

  • I can resist anything but temptation.

  • It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

  • Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.

  • We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

  • What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

  • Only the shallow know themselves.

  • The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius. (again point made … unfortunately)

  • One is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.

  • The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

  • Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.

  • I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.

  • One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.

  • The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray, and the advantage of science is that it is not emotional.

  • There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.

  • There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

  • Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.

  • Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man’s original virtue. It is through disobedience and rebellion that progress has been made.

  • Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathise with a friend’s success.

Best Served Chilled

Freezing in this burning chamber

With deep cuts upon my skin

Laughing insanely at something

That keeps pushing me more in

In this comedy of errors

In this ritual of pain.

Laughing as the tears like acid

Slowly burn the me I knew

Crying as the insane laughter

Leaves me with only a few

Days to smile in peaceful state

While the worms upon my plate

Grin at their upcoming pray

That will swallow bit by bit

The real feast that has been served.

Inmate number XXX

The blood wants to escape this skin

The soul wants far away to run

The heart is bleeding in the hall

Between the memories and dreams.

Left alone, bruised and deceived

Grabbing random things for balance

Barely breathing, barely knowing

What’s behind this scarred old face.

Maybe it’s me that won’t let me

Feel the spring outside the cage

Maybe it’s me that brings upon me

Shadows, bruises, cloudy rains.

Tired of thinking, tired of speaking

Stuck in this bad movie scene

Counting seconds, counting hours

To the day when I won’t feel

All the hurting and the pain

That grip me beyond escape.

Screaming inside in mad rage

Not able to move or speak

Looking for a way to end

The pain that runs just too deep.

Tears are yesterday’s companions

For today my being’s dry

Depleted of hope or answers

To the ‘who’s, the ‘where’s and ‘why’s.

Stepping on my fragile bones

Everybody’s keen on knowing

Why the words all went away

To a place  with ‘no disturbing’

Signs that hang on closed up doors.

Locks are tight and rusty even

Paint is dripping from the walls

The whole scene is slowly turning

Into an old prison hall

Where the inmate is but one

One poor bastard tightly locked

Away from the ‘caring’ world

From the ‘who’s, the ‘why’s and ‘where’s.

No one’s knocking

Yet the noise

Slowly maddens our old inmate

For it’s been way, way too long

Since the screams have been all written

With red blood upon the walls

Of his wrecked and tired being.

Closing eyes won’t help you much

You self pitying, loathing prisoner

It won’t end, it won’t get easy

It won’t bring a healing touch.

It’s just darkness, plain and simple

Darkness, silence and the hurt

That’s put you here in your condition

Bruised alone with that dumb smirk.

No, those eyes just closing

Won’t do you an ounce of good

Nor will it bring you salvation

From the images that burn

The marks of time in your chest.

Wait, that’s all you have to do damn inmate

Wait, forget and try again

To unlock the doors that keep you

Away from the dancing world

So you might again be freed

From the bruises, hurt and pains

That put you in this dark hole

But what if ‘memory remains’?

Stupid ignorant fool prisoner

Take your cheap belongings. Here!

Take your petty pains and bruises

And complain to someone else

Who might maybe understand

Your babbling and lame concerns.


Pushing, nudging, pulling, dragging

Hit me when I’m down again

Smile at me and then just rob me

Of the little strength within.

Smile again and ask for peace

Your own peace of mind that is

Ask and give not

Ask and steal

Then place blame

And more conceal.

And I’m here, still here I am

Asking not but keep on giving

Your accessory to living

To push, nudge or pull and drag.

The Day That Never Comes

Here’s a poll I put together to see what you guys (or guy/girl, whoever’s reading my blog :D) think about it. And here’s the video again too.

Me? I definitelly love it. This is where you come in …

The Unnamed Feeling



Carefully stepping
Carefully speaking
Carefully living
In a world with no care.

All the screaming from within

Scratches me from inside out

All the pictures from back when

Come at me with bloody mouth.

Hiding in myself, all little

Patching myself with a smile

Faking life and faking living

Blindfolded I start to run.

Run away or towards something

Leaving the old me behind

Packed my fears and shame together

Tied them all behind my back.

Freed myself or so I thought

Just to see it all come back.

Rusted swords that cut too deep

Followed me throught the journey

Stared at me with maddened grins

Sadist witness in their glory.

One big circle was my road

Spiraling inside my mind

Grabbing my soul by the neck

Kicking and slapping me deaf.

Laugh old friend

Laugh and be happy

You’re still here inside of me

Eating at the core that’s rotting

Dreaming of the day that be.

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