I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning
BRET EASTON ELLISAnd 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.
More Bret Easton Ellis Quotes
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I tried to make meat loaf out of the girl but it becomes too frustrating a task and instead I spend the afternoon smearing her meat all over the walls, chewing on strips of skin I ripped from her body
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You learn to move on without the people you love.
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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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I don’t know why I write what I write.
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And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention
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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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What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.
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Fear never shows up and the party ends early.
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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.
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What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one’s wrists?
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With “Taipei” Tao Lin becomes the most interesting prose stylist of his generation…
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The Smiths are singing and someone says “Turn that gay angst music off.
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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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Her 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.
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No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.
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