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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.)

Bret Easton Ellis

I think we’ve all lost some kind of feeling.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Feelings Kind Thinking
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.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Evil Hands Ignorance
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
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Frustrating Girl Over Skins Wall
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.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Kissing Love Mouth Say Stripping
Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn’t that what people do?
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Holding Mines People
Rock ‘n’ roll. Deal with it.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Deals People Rock Roll
Fear never shows up and the party ends early.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Ends Party Shows
I like the idea of a writer being haunted by his own creation, especially if the writer resents the way the character defines him.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Character Ideas Way
I really believe that readers are smart and sophisticated enough to realize that the author is not the narrator of his novels.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Believe Narrator Smart
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.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Agreement Eerie Sight
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.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Night Running Thinking
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.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Loss Memories Rap
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.)
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Darkness Wind Woods
Writing fiction is an act of imagination and fantasizing, and it’s not relating in prose what you’ve been doing for the last two or three years.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Two Writing Years
My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

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.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Beautiful Bloodsign Boys Merge

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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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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