I see all this potential, and I see us squandering it. 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.
Source: Fight Club: A Novel
