I don’t want to care. If I care about things, it’ll just be worse, it’ll just be another thing to worry about. It’s less painful if I don’t care.
BRET EASTON ELLISI don’t want to care. If I care about things, it’ll just be worse, it’ll just be another thing to worry about. It’s less painful if I don’t care.
BRET EASTON ELLISAnd it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn’t remember if he was Catholic or not.
BRET EASTON ELLISFear never shows up and the party ends early.
BRET EASTON ELLISDo you know what Ed Gein said about women?’ […] ‘”When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I think two things.
BRET EASTON ELLISHe 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 ELLISI 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 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 ELLISNo one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.
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 ELLISI could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.
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 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 ELLISRock ‘n’ roll. Deal with it.
BRET EASTON ELLISBut 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 ELLISDevastates me and I make a mental note to ask him where he purchases his hair-care products, which kind of mousse he uses, my final guesses after mulling over the possibilities being Ten-X.
BRET EASTON ELLISI 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.)
BRET EASTON ELLIS