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She sits before me, sullen but hopeful, characterless, about to dissolve into tears. I squeeze her hand back, moved, no, touched by her ignorance of evil. She has one more test to pass. Do you own a briefcase?” I ask her, swallowing.

Bret Easton Ellis

After a while you learn that everything stops.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

After Everything Stops While
She sits before me, sullen but hopeful, characterless, about to dissolve into tears. I squeeze her hand back, moved, no, touched by her ignorance of evil. She has one more test to pass. Do you own a briefcase?” I ask her, swallowing.
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Evil Hands Ignorance
There’s no grand plan. All I know is that I write the books I want to write. All that other stuff is meaningless to me.
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Book Want Writing
I’m not a big believer in disciplined writers. What does discipline mean? The writer who forces himself to sit down and write for seven hours every day might be wasting those seven hours if he’s not in the mood and doesn’t feel the juice. I don’t think discipline equals creativity.
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Creativity Mean Writing
No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.
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Feelings Joy Writing
Her taste in music haunted my memory and I had to stop at Tower Records on the Upper West Side to buy ninety dollars’ worth of rap CDs but, as expected, I’m at a loss: […] voices uttering ugly words like digit, pudding, chunk.
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Loss Memories Rap
I don’t really need to pretend, because it’s who I am, an emotional vampire. I’ve just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people’s real emotions. Search for this night’s prey. Who will it be?
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Emotional Except Motion People Real Vampire
Writing fiction is an act of imagination and fantasizing, and it’s not relating in prose what you’ve been doing for the last two or three years.
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Two Writing Years
There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.
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Drinking Use Week
Exploitation is a harsh word, I know that, but on a certain level, to me that is the central Hollywood story.
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Hollywood Levels Stories
How could she ever understand that there isn’t any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?
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Disappointed Forward Looking Way
I move on in search of a less dorky target. Though if he’d been a mime, odds are he’d already be dead.
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Already Dead Less Mime Move Search
What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one’s wrists?
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Beer College Drink
Baby, when you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and let live. You know you did, you know you did, you know you did.
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Baby Book Heart
And,” Price adds, smiling, “if another round of Bellinis comes within a twenty-foot radius of our table we are going to set the maitre d’ on fire. So you know, warn him.
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Feet Fire Twenties
I totally relate to Tom Cruise. He’s not crazy, it’s just the litany of the mid-life crisis.
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Crazy Cruise Madness

She sits before me, sullen but hopeful, characterless, about to dissolve into tears. I squeeze her hand back, moved, no, touched by her ignorance of evil. She has one more test to pass. Do you own a briefcase?” I ask her, swallowing.

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She sits before me, sullen but hopeful, characterless, about to dissolve into tears. I squeeze her hand back, moved, no, touched by her ignorance of evil. She has one more test to pass. Do you own a briefcase?” I ask her, swallowing.

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