Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.
Read more The Narrator QuotesFrom: Fight Club
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.
She's a predator posing as a house pet
I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.