Bret Easton Ellis. Glamorama (№ 468)

...but then an explosion occurs.
A flash of light, a loud sound, and "BMW" posts to shreds.
The scope of destruction first, it is not very clear, but he has no special value. The essence in the bomb, where it was laid and powered. It is never Brigid, turned into a bloody pulp, and not in a shock wave puted secretly in the air thirty students, to be near from the car ten feet in the air and not in five students killed on the spot and two pierced in the chest by shrapnel, which flew across the yard, and not in the rear half of the machine, which tears off in flight passerby's hand, and not three students, who knocked the eye. The point is not severed legs, not punched turtles, and not the people who will die from blood loss within the next few minutes. Turned the asphalt, the blackened trees, benches, splashed slightly burnt blood, - all this is not so important. The essence is in the will to carry out the destruction, and not the consequences, because the consequences - it's just scenery.