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...
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...
No one ever likes the right person.
La vida es como una errata tipográfica: constantemente estamos escribiendo y reescribiendo las cosas
I think … you know how they say no two snowflakes are ever alike? She nods. Well, I don’t think that’s true. I think a lot of snowflakes are alike … and I think a lot of people are alike too.
I have no patience for revelations, for new beginnings, for events that take place beyond the realm of my immediate vision.
I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at The Four Seasons in twenty minutes anyway, I lie, standing up.
I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at The Four Seasons in twenty minutes anyway, I lie, standing up. I have to go too.
I had to put this slim volume back into my bookshelf and drink a J&B on the rocks, followed by two Xanax, to recover from the effort.
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...
God, the name Susan is so ugly. It reminds me of the word sinus.
Baby, Andy once said that beauty is a sign of intelligence.'She turns slowly to look at me. 'Who, Victor? Who? Andy who?' She coughs, blowing her nose. 'Andy Kaufman? Andy Griffith? Who in the hell to...
Around here, ‘tomorrow night’ means anywhere from five days to a month. Jesus,
Yes. Yes I am. I am a completely demented misogynist.
Не поймешь, чего он хочет. Смотришь на Тима, и тебя словно обдает волнами неуверенности, отсутствия цели, задачи, будто перед тобой человек, который совсем не имеет значения.
You should never mistake affection for … passion, I warn her. It can be … not good. It can … get you into, well, trouble.
You should never mistake affection for … passion,
You are a fucking ugly bitch I want to stab to death and play around with your blood, but I’m smiling.
Where are we going? I askedI 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, h...
What often activated my stress was that other people were always angry about everything, presenting themselves as enraged by opinions that I believed in and liked or thought were simply innocuous. My...