I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.
BRET EASTON ELLISI could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.
BRET EASTON ELLISI 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 ELLISWomen aren’t very bright,” Rip says. “Studies have been done.
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 ELLISWhy was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn’t that what people do?
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 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 ELLISOn 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.
BRET EASTON ELLISDo you wear a diaphragm everywhere you go?’ I want to scream, but stop myself because the idea really excites me.
BRET EASTON ELLISI 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 ELLISI’ve been accused of being very vain about my apathy.
BRET EASTON ELLISThere’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.
BRET EASTON ELLISRegardless of the business aspect of things, is there a reason that there isn’t a female Hitchcock or a female Scorsese or a female Spielberg? I don’t know. I think it’s a medium that really is built for the male gaze and for a male sensibility.
BRET EASTON ELLISI 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 ELLISI 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.
BRET EASTON ELLISI don’t really need to pretend, because it’s who I am, an emotional vampire. I’ve just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people’s real emotions. Search for this night’s prey. Who will it be?
BRET EASTON ELLIS