If you could be either God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose? We're the middle children of history, we have no special purpose or place, and unless we get God's attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption. Which is worse, hell or nothing? Burn the museums, wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way, at least God will know your name.
Chuck Palahniuk. Fight Club. 1996.
Could this Tyler Durden's monologue be the next Hamlet's soliloquy: (I should probably be thrown to death with stones or burnt alive for this sacrilege, but it made me think...)
In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
Chuck Palahniuk. Fight Club. 1996
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