“I hate this guy,” Ari muttered, keeping his head down“There’s a club,” I told him. “The Haters of ter Borcht Club. Have you gotten your badge yet?”

“You just go ahead and keep on lining up your fan club because I am always going to be there to keep knocking them down.”

“You don't speak much, do you?" ter Borcht said, circling him slowly.Fittingly, Fang said nothing.Vhy do you let a girl be de leader?" ter Borcht asked, a calculating look in his eye.She's the tough one," Fang said.Dang right, I thought proudly.Is dere anysing special about you?" asked ter Borcht. "Anysing vorth saving?"Fang pretended to think, gazing up at the ceiling. "Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.”

“That Saturday night, a young guy with an angel’s face came to his first fight club, and I tagged him for a fight. I was in a mood to destroy something beautiful . . . Tyler told me later that he'd never seen me destroy something so completely.”

“An artist painting a picture should have at his side a man with a club to hit him over the head when the picture is finished.”

“Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.”