Quotes from Bret Easton Ellis

Everyone I know who is successful has issues with their father, regardless of whether it was sports or business or entertainment.

there is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.

I had all the characteristics of a human being—flesh, blood, skin, hair—but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that my normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning

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

I have to return some videotapes

Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do?

I'm into, oh murders and executions mostly. It depends.

But this road doesn't go anywhere," I told him. "That doesn't matter." "What does?" I asked, after a little while. "Just that we're on it, dude," he said.

What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.

No one ever likes the right person.

I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?

This is not an exit.

There's no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I've started drinking my own urine.

I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.

We buy balloons, we let them go.

I only had sex with her because I'm in love with you.

Disappear Here. The syringe fills with blood. You're a beautiful boy and that's all that matters. Wonder if he's for sale. People are afraid to merge. To merge.

Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.

A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I 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?

Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.

When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking.

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

I feel like I'm not smart enough to answer the questions I'm asked.