I move on in search of a less dorky target. Though if he’d been a mime, odds are he’d already be dead.
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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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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I’ve never written an autobiographical novel in my life. I’ve never touched upon my life. I’ve never written a single scene that I can say took place.
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And as the elevator descents, passing the second floor, and the first floor, going even father down, I realize that the money doesn’t matter. That all that does is that I want to see the worst
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People can get accustomed to anything, right? Habit does things to people.
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You really write the books you want to write. You can’t take into consideration anything that anybody has said about you in the past, or what they’ll say about you in the future.
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You learn to move on without the people you love.
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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.
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After a while you learn that everything stops.
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Unless you’re the director on the movie, or putting up the money for the movie, you really don’t have a lot of control.
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I think a lot of snowflakes are alike…and I think a lot of people are alike too.
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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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The Smiths are singing and someone says “Turn that gay angst music off.
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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.
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I think we’ve all lost some kind of feeling.
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I like the idea of a writer being haunted by his own creation, especially if the writer resents the way the character defines him.
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