I feel like I’m not smart enough to answer the questions I’m asked.
BRET EASTON ELLISI feel like I’m not smart enough to answer the questions I’m asked.
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 ELLISI was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning
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 ELLISAnd,” 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 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 ELLISThere’s no grand plan. All I know is that I write the books I want to write. All that other stuff is meaningless to me.
BRET EASTON ELLISExploitation is a harsh word, I know that, but on a certain level, to me that is the central Hollywood story.
BRET EASTON ELLISI don’t know why I write what I write.
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 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 ELLISBut this was what happened when you didn’t want to visit and confront the past: the past starts visiting and confronting you.
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 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 ELLISYou really write the books you want to write. You can’t take into consideration anything that anybody has said about you in the past, or what they’ll say about you in the future.
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.
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