I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning
BRET EASTON ELLISHow could she ever understand that there isn’t any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?
More Bret Easton Ellis Quotes
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I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.
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My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.
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After a while you learn that everything stops.
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I 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.
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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.
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Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
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The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won’t burn together, I’ll burn alone.
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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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I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back, this is how you’ve always lived.)
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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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Hello, Halberstam,” Owen says, walking by. Hello, Owen,” I say, admiring the way he’s styled and slicked back his hair, with a part so even and sharp it…
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Fear never shows up and the party ends early.
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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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It’s as if her mind is having a hard time communicating with her mouth, as if she is searching for a rational analysis of who I am, which is, of course, an impossibility: there… is… no… key.
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I think basically most men are misogynistic.
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