Quotes from Bret Easton Ellis

I 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. All it says is 'Disappear Here' and even though it's probably an ad for some resort, it still freaks me out a little and I step on the gas really hard and the car screeches as I leave the light.

I keep feeling that people are becoming less human and more animalistic. They seem to think less and feel less so that everyone is operating on a very primitive level. I wonder what you and I will see in our lifetimes. It seems so hopeless yet we must keep on trying ... I guess we can't escape being a product of the times, can we?

The Smiths are singing and someone says Turn that gay angst music off.

This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

I 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.)

what's right? If you want something, you have the right to take it. If you want to do something, you have the right to do it.

That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That's how I became the boy who wouldn't save a friend. That's how I became the boy who couldn't love the girl.

Rock 'n' roll. Deal with it.

when I look over at Luis in one brief flashing moment his head looks like a talking vagina and it scares the bejesus out of me...

Price. You're priceless.

The images I had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. Images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children.

I wasn't acting on passion. I was simply acting.

People are afraid to merge.

People just... disappear, he says. The Earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. Eerie. Kimball yawns, stretching. Really eerie. Ominous. I nod my agreement. It's just- he sights, exasperated- futile.

Adjust my dreams for me.

You can't get dyslexia from pussy.

Hip, I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's---my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.

Yes. Yes I am. I am a completely demented misogynist.

And later when we got into the car, he took a turn down a street that I was pretty sure was a dead end. Where are we going? I asked. I don't know he said just driving. 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.

Why do I sense hostility on your part, Patrick?" she asks softly, then sips her wine. "Maybe because I'm hostile," I spit out. "Maybe because you sense this.

After a while you learn that everything stops.

I'd get confused and write down things just to write them down and I came to this realization that I didn't do enough things to keep a datebook.

Listen, I say, pushing my chair in. I just want everyone to know that I'm pro-family and anti-drug. Excuse me.

if you're alone nothing bad can happen to you.