When I’m writing a book, I’m not thinking, “Oh, this would be a great movie.” This would be a very interesting book. And I think the books are things that cannot really be adapted into another medium.
BRET EASTON ELLISWhen I’m writing a book, I’m not thinking, “Oh, this would be a great movie.” This would be a very interesting book. And I think the books are things that cannot really be adapted into another medium.
BRET EASTON ELLISPeople can get accustomed to anything, right? Habit does things to people.
BRET EASTON ELLISOne part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be real nice and sweet and treat her right.”‘ I stop finish my J&B in one swallow. ‘What does the other part of him think?’ Hamlin asks tentatively. ‘What her head would look like on a stick…’
BRET EASTON ELLISI don’t know why I write what I write.
BRET EASTON ELLISThere’s no grand plan. All I know is that I write the books I want to write. All that other stuff is meaningless to me.
BRET EASTON ELLISI think we’ve all lost some kind of feeling.
BRET EASTON ELLISI really believe that readers are smart and sophisticated enough to realize that the author is not the narrator of his novels.
BRET EASTON ELLISI was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning
BRET EASTON ELLISHow could she ever understand that there isn’t any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?
BRET EASTON ELLISAnd,” Price adds, smiling, “if another round of Bellinis comes within a twenty-foot radius of our table we are going to set the maitre d’ on fire. So you know, warn him.
BRET EASTON ELLISOpen the hood of a car and it will tell you something about the people who designed it, is just one of many phrases I’m tortured by.
BRET EASTON ELLISI 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.
BRET EASTON ELLISSo…” Kimball looks at his book helplessly. “There’s nothing you can tell me about Paul Owen?” “Well.” I sigh. “He led what I suppose was an orderly life, I guess. “ Really stumped, I offer, “He…ate a balanced diet.
BRET EASTON ELLISLook how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
BRET EASTON ELLISShe 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 ELLISI think a lot of snowflakes are alike…and I think a lot of people are alike too.
BRET EASTON ELLIS