SADISTIC

"I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning. Something horrible was happening and yet I couldn't figure out why - I couldn't put my finger on it.” ― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“We buy balloons, we let them go.” ― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“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.” ― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.” ― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?” ― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“This is not an exit.” ― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“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 I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s own taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person’s love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term “generosity of spirit” applied to nothing, was a cliche, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire- meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface, was all that anyone found meaning in…this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged…” ― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“I'm into, oh murders and executions mostly. It depends.” ― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho