Bret Easton Ellis citations

“Quesse tu comptes faire? T'as nulle part où aller. Tu veux raconter ton histoire à tout le monde? Que tu as tapiné pour rembourser une dette de drogue? Mon p'tit, t'es plus naïf que j'croyais. Allez, t'en fais donc pas baby, ça va aller mieux.”

“Il pleut toujours. Et ce soir-là, après avoir reçu trois coups de fil silencieux, je casse un verre en le lançant contre le mur. Personne ne vient me demander ce qui se passe. Je m'allonge ensuite sur mon lit, prends vingt milligrammes de Valium pour accélérer la descente de coke, mais ça ne m'aide pas vraiment à dormir. J'éteins MTV, mets la radio, mais ne réussis pas à trouver KNAC, si bien que j'éteins la radio, regarde la Vallée, les néons et les tubes fluo sous le ciel pourpre nocturne et je reste là, nu, devant la fenêtre, à regarder les nuages défiler, puis je m'allonge sur mon lit et j'essaie de me rappeler depuis combien de temps je suis de retour à la maison et puis je me lève, arpente ma chambre, allume une autre cigarette en attendant la sonnerie du téléphone. Voila à quoi ressemblent les nuits quand il pleut.”

“Et la mort passe par vagues successives.
Les gens sont retournés, pliés en deux à l'envers, arrachés de leurs sièges, comme les dents sont arrachées des crânes, les gens sont aveuglés, leurs corps projetés dans l'atmosphère contre le plafond et puis chassés à l'arrière de l'avion, s'écrasant contre les autres passagers qui hurlent, tandis que des morceaux d'aluminium ne cessent de se détacher du fuselage, de tournoyer dans l'avion bondé et de découper des membres, et le sang se met à tourbilloner partout, les gens en sont trempés, le crachent par la bouche, clignent les paupières pour le chasser de leurs yeux, et puis un énorme pan de métal vole à travers la cabine et scalpe une rangée entière de passagers, leur découpant le sommet du crâne, tandis qu'un autre éclat traverse le visage d'une jeune femme, lui coupant la tête en deux mais sans la tuer vraiment.”

“Je pense J&B. Je pense verre de J&B dans ma main droite. Je pense main. Charivari. Chemise de chez Charivari. Je pense fusilli. Je pense Jami Gertz. je pense que j'aimerais enculer Jami Gertz. Porshe 911. Je pense au shar-pei. J'aimerais posséder un shar-pei. Je pense que j'ai vingt-six ans. L'année prochaine, j'aurai vingt-sept ans. Un valium. Je voudrais un valium. Je pense, non, deux valium. Je pense téléphone cellulaire…”

“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.”

“ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE”

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

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

“The better you look, the more you see.”

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

“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.”

“No one ever likes the right person.”

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

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

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

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

“This is not an exit.”

“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.”

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

“We buy balloons, we let them go.”

“And it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn't remember if he was Catholic or not.”

“When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking.”

“Disintegration---I'm taking it in stride.”

“Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?”

“But this was what happened when you didn't want to visit and confront the past: the past starts visiting and confronting you.”

“No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me.”

“My pain is constant and sharp… this confession has meant nothing”

“Life is like a typographical error: we're constantly writing and rewriting things over each other.”

“And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. this relationship will probably lead to nothing… this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea…”

“You learn to move on without the people you love.”

“I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care.”

“But… what about us? What about the past?" she asks blankly.
"The past isn't real. it's just a dream," I say. "Don't mention the past.”

“Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead.”