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I don’t know why I write what I write.

Bret Easton Ellis

What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Anybody Ever Life Mean
So what do I do? Toss a handful of change into the tank when none of the zookeepers are watching. It’s not the seals I hate——it’s the audience’s enjoyment of them that bothers me.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Animal Audience Enjoyment Watch Zookeeper
I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal’s handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Odds People Thinking
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.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Feet Fire Twenties
It’s like my characters, all my men are Dad and me in a mess; all my female characters are smart and hopeful, like Mom just trying to make the best of things.
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Character Dad Female Mom Smart
Yes. Yes I am. I am a completely demented misogynist.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Completely Demented Misogynist
At Columbus Circle, a juggler wearing a trench cloak and top hat, who is usually at this location afternoons and who calls himself Stretch Man, performs in front of a small, uninterested crowd; though I smell prey, and he seems worthy of my wrath.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Men Moving Odds
But this road doesn’t go anywhere,” I told him. “That doesn’t matter.” “What does?” I asked, after a little while. “Just that we’re on it, dude,” he said.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Anywhere Littles Matter
He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn’t seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he’d shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Nihilism Secret World
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

Evil Hands Ignorance
No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Feelings Joy Writing
I learned that you really don’t have any control as a writer. Waah, waah, waah. Big deal. Unless you’re the director on the movie, or putting up the money for the movie, you really don’t have a lot of control.
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Director Issues Writing
I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say “I love you I love you I love you” while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Kissing Love Mouth Say Stripping
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.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Two Writing Years
You learn to move on without the people you love.
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Learn Love Moving People
I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Corner Functioning Imitating Resemblemnce Simply

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