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 ELLISWriting 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 ELLISWhen I’m writing a book, I’m not thinking, “Oh, this would be a great movie.” This would be a very interesting book. And I think the books are things that cannot really be adapted into another medium.
BRET EASTON ELLISThe Smiths are singing and someone says “Turn that gay angst music off.
BRET EASTON ELLISI feel like I’m not smart enough to answer the questions I’m asked.
BRET EASTON ELLISAnd as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention
BRET EASTON ELLISI locked in on the smug feeling of superiority that married couples give off and that permeated the air – the shared assumptions, the sweet and contented apathy, it all lingered everywhere – despite the absence in the room of anyone single at which to aim this.
BRET EASTON ELLISThere’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.
BRET EASTON ELLISRock ‘n’ roll. Deal with it.
BRET EASTON ELLISI don’t know why I write what I write.
BRET EASTON ELLISI come to a red light, tempted to go through it, then stop once I see a billboard sign that I don’t remember seeing and I look up at it.
BRET EASTON ELLISShe 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 ELLISI could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.
BRET EASTON ELLISOpen the hood of a car and it will tell you something about the people who designed it, is just one of many phrases I’m tortured by.
BRET EASTON ELLISEveryone I know who is successful has issues with their father, regardless of whether it was sports or business or entertainment.
BRET EASTON ELLISI like the idea of a writer being haunted by his own creation, especially if the writer resents the way the character defines him.
BRET EASTON ELLISI was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning
BRET EASTON ELLIS