And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention
BRET EASTON ELLISBaby, when you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and let live. You know you did, you know you did, you know you did.
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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 the ’80s created me, in a way, when I look back on that time, but I don’t necessarily think that a lot of my choices, and a lot of things that I did, and a lot of things that happened to me – or I let happen to me – were about that decade.
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We buy balloons, we let them go.
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Do you wear a diaphragm everywhere you go?’ I want to scream, but stop myself because the idea really excites me.
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The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won’t burn together, I’ll burn alone.
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Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
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It’s like my characters, all my men are Dad and me in a mess; all my female characters are smart and hopeful, like Mom just trying to make the best of things.
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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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I think in life, there are certain choices you make that are timeless and universal, and don’t necessarily have anything to do with the particulars of a certain decade.
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But this was what happened when you didn’t want to visit and confront the past: the past starts visiting and confronting you.
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I 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.
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I’ve been accused of being very vain about my apathy.
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I don’t know why I write what I write.
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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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I move on in search of a less dorky target. Though if he’d been a mime, odds are he’d already be dead.
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