What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.
BRET EASTON ELLISLook how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
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I 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?
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A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire.
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When 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.
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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
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Greed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever.
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I totally relate to Tom Cruise. He’s not crazy, it’s just the litany of the mid-life crisis.
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We buy balloons, we let them go.
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How could she ever understand that there isn’t any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?
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With “Taipei” Tao Lin becomes the most interesting prose stylist of his generation…
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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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I think we’ve all lost some kind of feeling.
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So what do I do? Toss a handful of change into the tank when none of the zookeepers are watching. It’s not the seals I hate——it’s the audience’s enjoyment of them that bothers me.
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She sits before me, sullen but hopeful, characterless, about to dissolve into tears. I squeeze her hand back, moved, no, touched by her ignorance of evil. She has one more test to pass. Do you own a briefcase?” I ask her, swallowing.
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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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Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
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