Author of quotes: Bret Easton Ellis

I tried to recall when he hated me.
When I answered it feeling the same.

In those months he looked lost. I always thought that it will pass. But gradually I came to think that it will not pass never.

Something very quickly becomes nothing.

I never thought that I would die on Friday. On any given day, but not in a fucking Friday.

I hated these people. And yet I wanted to stay here with them <...> With all these people I never spoke outside of this room. But here I felt hatred towards them, which not even thought capable of. Blaring music on the street was a light snow, and the room was dark. Only the fireplace was burning and flickering lights on the Christmas tree in the corner. It was important this time. It was then that everything came together. It was here that I wanted to be.

We have reached the stage where just nothing to talk about.

There is nothing worse than being drunk. Be mistaken.

I look around the room. Things around bring me down. They seem to demonstrate my miserable existence: typewriter - ribbon no; easel, no canvas; a bookshelf without books.

This world is driving me crazy.

I existed in a sleepy prostration, but she was full of life and contentment.

What color are your eyes - the question, because the pictures I took, all black and white.

I am a loner. An outsider, whose loneliness will last forever. I still sincerely wonder how they got into this world.

You'll learn to live without their loved one.

When you trip and fall into a nightmare - grasping at straws though.