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I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning

Bret Easton Ellis

The Smiths are singing and someone says “Turn that gay angst music off.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Angst Gay Singing
I really believe that readers are smart and sophisticated enough to realize that the author is not the narrator of his novels.
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Believe Narrator Smart
He 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.
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Nihilism Secret World
And 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.
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Boy Boys Catholic Sex
I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.
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Cab Cities Installed
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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Care Hair Mulling Over
Fear never shows up and the party ends early.
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Ends Party Shows
And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn’t and probably never will. this relationship will probably lead to nothing… this didn’t change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea.
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Imagine Numbness Probably Relationship Tea
Writing a novel that works is an extremely difficult thing to do. It requires a level of skill and dedication that always surprises me.
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Dedication Skills Writing
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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Night Running Thinking
People just… disappear,” he says. “The Earth just opens up and swallows people,” I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. “Eerie.” Kimball yawns, stretching. “Really eerie.” “Ominous.” I nod my agreement. “It’s just”- he sights, exasperated- “futile.
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Agreement Eerie Sight
After a while you learn that everything stops.
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After Everything Stops While
I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
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Elude Gain Knoweledge Punishment
I think we’ve all lost some kind of feeling.
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Feelings Kind Thinking
But 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.
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Anywhere Littles Matter
You 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 ELLIS

Book Past Writing

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