Hip,” I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell’s—my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.
BRET EASTON ELLISHip,” I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell’s—my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.
BRET EASTON ELLISI 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 ELLISWith “Taipei” Tao Lin becomes the most interesting prose stylist of his generation…
BRET EASTON ELLISI tried to make meat loaf out of the girl but it becomes too frustrating a task and instead I spend the afternoon smearing her meat all over the walls, chewing on strips of skin I ripped from her body
BRET EASTON ELLISIf I want to write a movie, I’ll write a screenplay, but if I have an idea for a book, it’s something that I think can only be done novelistically.
BRET EASTON ELLISI could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.
BRET EASTON ELLISWhy was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn’t that what people do?
BRET EASTON ELLISHer 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.
BRET EASTON ELLISI feel like I’m not smart enough to answer the questions I’m asked.
BRET EASTON ELLISI totally relate to Tom Cruise. He’s not crazy, it’s just the litany of the mid-life crisis.
BRET EASTON ELLISMy pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
BRET EASTON ELLISMy mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.
BRET EASTON ELLISWriting a novel that works is an extremely difficult thing to do. It requires a level of skill and dedication that always surprises me.
BRET EASTON ELLISAt 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 ELLISDisappear Here. The syringe fills with blood. You’re a beautiful boy and that’s all that matters. Wonder if he’s for sale. People are afraid to merge. To merge.
BRET EASTON ELLISI 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?
BRET EASTON ELLIS