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That’s how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers.

Bret Easton Ellis

My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
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Catharsis Pain World
Disappear Here. The syringe fills with blood. You’re a beautiful boy and that’s all that matters. Wonder if he’s for sale. People are afraid to merge. To merge.
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Beautiful Bloodsign Boys Merge
I’ve been accused of being very vain about my apathy.
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Accused Apathy Vain
And,” 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.
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Feet Fire Twenties
If I want to write a movie, I’ll write a screenplay, but if I have an idea for a book, it’s something that I think can only be done novelistically.
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Book Thinking Writing
I 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.)
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Darkness Wind Woods
No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.
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Feelings Joy Writing
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 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
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
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
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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Disappointed Forward Looking Way
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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Frustrating Girl Over Skins Wall
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
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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Analysis Communicating Key Mind Rational
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

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