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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

My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Mask Sanity Slippage Vacation
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

Answer Girl Love Party Question
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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Character Dad Female Mom Smart
I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal’s handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone.
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Odds People Thinking
There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.
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Drinking Use Week
The Smiths are singing and someone says “Turn that gay angst music off.
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Angst Gay Singing
We buy balloons, we let them go.
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Balloons Buy Go Let
You learn to move on without the people you love.
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Learn Love Moving People
Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
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Black Looks Sky
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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Boy Boys Catholic Sex
You don’t market-research a novel; you really are writing it for yourself. It’s a hobby, in many ways. The problem becomes what you do when you’re confronted by criticism. You just don’t listen to it.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Criticism Hobbies Writing
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
I think a lot of snowflakes are alike…and I think a lot of people are alike too.
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People Snowflake Thinking
I feel like I’m not smart enough to answer the questions I’m asked.
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Answers Enough Smart
I come to a red light, tempted to go through it, then stop once I see a billboard sign that I don’t remember seeing and I look up at it.
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Car Light Steps
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.
BRET EASTON ELLIS

Elude Gain Knoweledge Punishment

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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