Quotes from Bret Easton Ellis

Siempre existe la posibilidad de que ocurra algo aterrador, y normalmente ocurre.

All it comes down to is: I feel like shit but look great.

While taking a piss in the men's room, I 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. No … one … would … care.

La noria vacía se alza ante nosotros ucando pasamos por su lado, un círculo impreciso apenas visible en la bruma, y, si exceptuamos unos pescadores mexicanos, no hay nadie alrededor.

While taking a piss in the men's room, I 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. No … one … would … care. In fact some, if they noticed my absence, might feel an odd, indefinable sense of relief.

El silencio es una risa burlona. El silencio roba algo.

Is that your real name? Does it really matter? It makes me wonder what else is not real.

You seem happy. I'm almost afraid of how happy I am.

And it doesnt really matter if intelligence exists because it is really about the look, the idea of a girl like this, the promise of sex. It's all about the lure.

I kiss her on the mouth. She looks around nervously. I watch her reflection in the BMW. What's wrong? I ask. Not here, she says, but as if not here is the promise of somewhere better.

And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. This relationship will probably lead to nothing...this didn't change anything.

And by the way, did anyone ever tell you that you look exactly like Garfield but run over and skinned and then someone threw an ugly Ferragamo sweater over you before they rushed you to the vet? Fusilli? Olive oil on Brie?

Nunca me ha gustado nadie y e da miedo la gente.

He flirts and asks if I'm a model. "I'll see you in hell," I tell him, and move on.

Later, as she's putting the dress back on, I notice a bruise on the side of her torso that I had'nt seen before. Who did that to you I ask. Oh that She says? You did

There are no girls with good personalities," we all say in unison, laughing, giving each other high-five.

I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is saved, nothing is redeemed.

I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing I just want to be loved, cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity, prayer – all of it was wrong, without any final purpose. All it came down to was: die or adapt.

Listen, the dick also rises," Van Patten says. "Faulkner.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way I could be disappointed, since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to.

My life is essentially uncomplicated

On The Patty Winters Show this morning a Cheerio sat in a very small chair and was interviewed for close to an hour.

in New Jersey this evening, an Irish band called U2 who were on the cover of Time magazine last week.

You just said your name was Pat." "No. I was wrong," I say sternly, staring directly at him. "I was wrong about my name being Pat. My name is Marcus.