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The book was blunt and had an honesty about it, whereas the movie was just a beautiful lie.
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fiction
writing
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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And later my macabre joy sours and 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."
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and just as the table is about to finally ignore him, to look away and start eating, he sits up and loudly says, pointing an accusing finger at his plate, "It moved!" Timothy glares at him with a contempt so total that I can't fully equal it but I muster enough energy to come close."
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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Who Dunnit?' profoundly expresses the theme of confusion against a funky groove, and what makes this song so exciting is that it ends with its narrator never finding anything out at all.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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when you were young and your heart was an open book you used to say live and let live.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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Some people at the party, she adds, are freaks, then mentions a drug I've never heard of, and tells me a story that involves ski masks, zombies, a van, chains, a secret community, and asks me about a Hispanic girl who disappeared in some desert.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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Why not end up with her? floats into my line of vision. An answer: she has a better body than most other girls I know. Another one: everyone is interchangeable anyway.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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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 to be something called a "Gay Pride Parade," which made my stomach turn."
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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Patrick is not a cynic, Timothy. He's the boy next door, aren't you honey?" "No I'm not," I whisper to myself. "I'm a fucking evil psychopath."
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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did another line and believed him because it is easier to move through the motions than not to.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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One of the major mistakes people make is that they think manners are only the expression of happy ideas. There's a whole range of behavior that can be expressed in a mannerly way. That's what civilization is all about--doing it in a mannerly and not an antagonistic way. One of the places we went wrong was the naturalistic Rousseauean movement of the Sixties in which people said, "Why can't you just say what's on your mind?" In civilization ..
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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general competence is on the fucking decline.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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La vida es como una errata tipografica: constantemente estamos escribiendo y reescribiendo las cosas
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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I didn't know. All I know was that the sex was terrific. And that the hippie was cute. She loved sweet pickles. She liked the name Willie. She even liked Apocalypse Now. She was not a vegeterian. These were all on the plus side. But, once I introduced her to my friends, at the time, and they were all stuck-up asshole Lit majors and they made fun of her and she understoond what was going on and her eyes, usually blue, too blue, vacant, were ..
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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It's hard to feel sorry for someone who doesn't care." "Yeah?" I ask. "What do you care about? What makes you happy?" "Nothing. Nothing make me happy. I like nothing."
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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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 stand in other people's shoes and see how they saw the world--especially if they were outsiders and monsters and freaks who would lead me as far away as possible from whatever my comfort zone supposedly was--because I sensed I was that outsider, t..
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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But we can't ignore our social needs either. We have to stop people from abusing the welfare system. We have to provide food and shelter for the homeless and oppose racial discrimination and promote civil rights while also promoting equal rights for women but change the abortion laws to protect the right to life yet still somehow maintain women's freedom of choice. We also have to control the influx of illegal immigrants. We have to encoura..
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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Mi dolor es constante e intenso y no espero que haya un mundo mejor para nadie. De hecho quiero que mi dolor le sea inflingido a otros.
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rencor
odio
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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Careless and not particularly biting, it was easier to shrug off than anything in the first book which depicted me as an inarticulate zombie confused by the irony of Randy Newman's "I Love L.A."
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writing
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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While walking back to the highway I stop, choke back a sob, my throat tightens. "I just want to..." Facing the skyline, through all the baby talk, I murmur, "keep the game going." As I stand, frozen in position, an old woman emerges behind a Threepenny Opera poster at a deserted bus stop and she's homeless and begging, hobbling over, her face covered with sores that look like bugs, holding out a shaking red hand. "Oh will you please go away..
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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Questions raced through my mind--does she go wild during sex, does she come easily, does she freak out about oral sex, does she mind a guy coming in her mouth? Then I realized I won't go to bed with a girl if she won't do that. I also won't go to bed with a girl if she can't or won't have an orgasm because then, what's the point? If you can't make a girl come why even bother? That always seemed to me to be like writing questions in a letter..
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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So many people died last year: the accidental overdose, the car wreck in East Hampton, the surprise illness. People just disappeared. I fall asleep to the music coming from the Abbey, a song from the past, "Hungry Like the Wolf," rising faintly above the leaping chatter of the club, transporting me for one long moment into someone both young and old. Sadness: it's everywhere."
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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I realize I have nothing to say to Trent Burroughs as I tell him, "I've been in New York the last four months." New Age Christmas music fails to warm up the chilly vibe. I'm suddenly unsure about everything."
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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she is searching for a rational analysis of who I am, which is, of course, an impossibility: there ... is ... no ... key.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
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satire
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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There's a moment of sheer panic when I discover Paul's apartment overlooks the park
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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I'm tired, William. I'm tired of you. I'm tired of these parties. I'm tired." "The tone of your voice could have fooled me," he says, taking my arm roughly. "Just smile, okay? Just until we get past the photographers, then I don't give a fuck what you do." "You ... are ... awful," I say. "You're not much better," he says, pulling me along." --
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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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.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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When I flush the toilet in my bathroom, it becomes stopped up with Kleenex, and blood clouds the water and I put down the lid, because there's nothing else for me to do.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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8d5ece0
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The real Julian Wells didn't die in a cherry-red convertible, overdosing on a highway in Joshua Tree while a choir soared over the sound track.
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fiction
writing
reality
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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ed67235
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There are some guys sitting at tables who all look at this one gorgeous girl, longingly, hoping for at least one dance or a blow job in Daddy's car and there are all these girls, looking indifferent or bored, smoking clove cigarettes, all of them or at least most of them staring at one blond-haired boy standing in the back with sunglasses on. Julian
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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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 would ever expose their children in the same black light the book did. The movie was begging for our sympathy whereas the book didn't give a shit. And attitudes about drugs and sex had shifted quickly from 1985 to 1987 (and a regime change at ..
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writing
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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Cafe Flore is packed, shimmering, every table filled. Bentley notices this with a grim satisfaction but Bentley feels lost. He's still haunted by the movie Grease and obsessed with legs that he always felt were too skinny though no one else did and it never hampered his modeling career and he's still not over a boy he met at a Styx concert in 1979 in a stadium somewhere in the Midwest, outside a town he has not been back to since he left it..
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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But most of us now lead lives on social media that are more performance based than we ever could have imagined even a decade ago, and thanks to this burgeoning cult of likability, in a sense, we've all become actors. We've had to rethink the means with which to express our feelings and thoughts and ideas and opinions in the void created by a corporate culture that is forever trying to silence us by sucking up everything human and contradict..
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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It's basically a joke." "I think it's cool," Julian says. "It's all about control, right?" He considers something. "It's not a joke. You should take it seriously. I mean, you're also one of the producers--" I cut him off. "Why have you been tracking this?" "It's a big deal and--" "Julian, it's a movie," I say. "Why have you been tracking this? It's just another movie." "Maybe for you." "What does that mean?" "Maybe for others it's so..
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work
pop-culture
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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She said that you--" "I don't care what she said." I stand up. "Everyone lies." "Hey," he says softly. "It's just a code." "No. Everyone lies." I stub the cigarette out. "It's just another language you have to learn." Then he delicately adds, "I think you need some coffee, dude." Pause. "Why are you so angry?"
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trust
truth
socializing
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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3002258
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Faded posters of Donald Trump on the cover of Time magazine cover the windows of another abandoned restaurant,
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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estaba tan por encima de la ciudad que tenias la impresion de contemplar un mundo enorme y abandonado que se extendia en cuadriculas anonimas, una vista que confirmaba que estabas mucho mas solo de lo que creias.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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c4e4c2a
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my mind reeling with the concept that a human being, a man, could feel pride over sodomizing another man,
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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I hear it, can actually feel, can even make out the letters of the message hovering above Bono's head in orange wavy letters: "I ... am ... the ... devil ... and I am ... just ... like ... you ..."
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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a86e3c6
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Ne poimesh', chego on khochet. Smotrish' na Tima, i tebia slovno obdaet volnami neuverennosti, otsutstviia tseli, zadachi, budto pered toboi chelovek, kotoryi sovsem ne imeet znacheniia.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how..
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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6c9bc1e
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Is that your real name? Does it really matter? It makes me wonder what else is not real.
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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6822a1d
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You seem happy. I'm almost afraid of how happy I am.
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Bret Easton Ellis |