After a while you learn that everything stops.
BRET EASTON ELLISWriting 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.
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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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Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn’t that what people do?
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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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There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.
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Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
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People can get accustomed to anything, right? Habit does things to people.
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I’m not a big believer in disciplined writers. What does discipline mean? The writer who forces himself to sit down and write for seven hours every day might be wasting those seven hours if he’s not in the mood and doesn’t feel the juice. I don’t think discipline equals creativity.
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I think basically most men are misogynistic.
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Fear never shows up and the party ends early.
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On the seals’ tank a plaque warns: COINS CAN KILL–IF SWALLOWED, COINS CAN LODGE IN AN ANIMAL’S STOMACH AND CAUSE ULCERS, INFECTIONS AND DEATH. DO NOT THROW COINS IN THE POOL.
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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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The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won’t burn together, I’ll burn alone.
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We buy balloons, we let them go.
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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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What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one’s wrists?
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