I learned that you really don’t have any control as a writer. Waah, waah, waah. Big deal. 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.
BRET EASTON ELLISI learned that you really don’t have any control as a writer. Waah, waah, waah. Big deal. 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.
BRET EASTON ELLISGreed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever.
BRET EASTON ELLISAnd 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
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 ELLISWhy was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn’t that what people do?
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 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.
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 ELLISWhat does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.
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 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 feel like I’m not smart enough to answer the questions I’m asked.
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 ELLISThe seeds of love have taken hold and if we won’t burn together, I’ll burn alone.
BRET EASTON ELLISThat’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 ELLISDevastates me and I make a mental note to ask him where he purchases his hair-care products, which kind of mousse he uses, my final guesses after mulling over the possibilities being Ten-X.
BRET EASTON ELLIS