Bret Easton Ellis citations

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“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…”

“What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists?”

“And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention”

“I think a lot of snowflakes are alike… and I think a lot of people are alike too.”

“Greed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever.”

“The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.”

“I tried to make meat loaf out of the girl but it becomes too frustrating a task and instead I spend the afternoon smearing her meat all over the walls, chewing on strips of skin I ripped from her body”

“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.”

“I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.”

“It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.”

“Rock 'n' roll. Deal with it.”

“I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier, and even more important, where.”

“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.)”

“And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.”

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

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

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

“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.”

“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.”

“Adjust my dreams for me.”

“Price. You're priceless.”

“After a while you learn that everything stops.”

“What keeps me interested--and it always does--is how can she be a bad actress on film but a good one in reality?”

“People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles.”

“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.”

“… if you're alone nothing bad can happen to you.”

“but I don't want to wear a condom because I don't feel anything," and she says calmly… glaring at me,"If you don't use one you're not going to feel anything anyway.”

“Specks—specks all over the third panel, see?—no, that one—the second one up from the floor and I wanted to point this out to someone yesterday but a photo shoot intervened and Yaki Nakamari or whatever the hell the designer's name is—a master craftsman not—mistook me for someone else so I couldn't register the complaint, but, gentlemen—and ladies—there they are: specks, annoying, tiny specks, and they don't look accidental but like they were somehow done by a machine—so I don't want a lot of description, just the story, streamlined, no frills, the lowdown: who, what, where, when and don't leave out why, though I'm getting the distinct impression by the looks on your sorry faces that why won't get answered—now, come on, goddamnit, what's the story?”

“…and it's a story that might bore you but you don't have to listen, she told me, because she always knew it was going to be like that, and it was, she thinks, her first year, or actually weekend, really a Friday, in September, at Camden, and this was three or four years ago, and she got so drunk that she ended up in bed, lost her virginity (late, she was eighteen) in Lorna Slavin's room, because she was a Freshman and had a roommate and Lorna was, she remembers, a Senior or Junior and usually somestimes at her boyfriend's place off-campus, to who she thought was a Sophomore Ceramics major but who was actually either some guy from N. Y. U., a film student, and up in New Hampshire just for The Dressed to Get Screwed party, or a townie.”

“When I was bullied: you manned-up. You learned something. You realized: I'm not getting the gold star. You realized: you lose. Deal with it.”