There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now...
The litany of what I did want? To be challenged. To not live in the safety of my own little snow globe and be reassured by familiarity and surrounded by what made me comfortable and coddled me. To sta...
The audience-- the book's actual cast-- quickly realized what had happened. The reason the movie dropped everything that made the novel real was because there was no way the parents who ran the studio...
The Smiths are singing and someone says Turn that gay angst music off.
The Patty Winters Show this morning was in two parts. The first was an exclusive interview with Donald Trump, the second was a report on women who’ve been tortured.
The Art of the Deal, by Donald Trump. Have you read it? I ask Kimball.
So… Kimball looks at his book helplessly. There’s nothing you can tell me about Paul Owen? Well. I sigh. He led what I suppose was an orderly life, I guess. Really stumped, I offer, He...ate a balanc...
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. I...
Patrick Bateman: I'm on a diet. Jean: What, you're kidding, right? You look great... so fit... and thin. Patrick Bateman: Well, you can always be thinner... look better. Jean: Then maybe we shouldn't...
Oh come on, don’t look that way. You have nothing to be ashamed of.I’m not, she says, trying to act casual. I just want to know if you’re disappointed in me for admitting this.How could she ever under...
No, really Patrick. What do you want me to call you?King, I'm thinking. King, Evelyn. I want you to call me King. But I don't say this. Evelyn. I don't want you to call me anything. I don't think we s...
Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
Like these girls care, Price snorts. When I tell them what my annual income is, believe me, my behavior couldn’t matter less.
It’s really weird and I’m experiencing a spontaneous kind of internal sensation, I feel I’m moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.
It’s an article on your hero, Donald Trump. McDermott grins.
It's as if her mind is having a hard time communicating with her mouth, as if she is searching for a rational analysis of who I am, which is, of course, an impossibility: there ... is ... no ... key.
I say, staring at her, quite clearly but muffled by Pump Up the Volume and the crowd, You are a fucking ugly bitch I want to stab to death and play around with your blood, but I’m smiling. I
I passed what I thought was a Halloween parade, which was disorienting since I was fairly sure this was May. When I stopped on the corner of Sixteenth Street and made a closer inspection it turned out...
I had dreamed of something so different from what reality was now offering up, but that dream had been a blind man's vision. That dream was a miracle. The morning was fading. And I remembered yet agai...
Greed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever.