Bret Easton Ellis Quotes

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. "I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!

God, I felt like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight.

Sometimes...you can cry until there's nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And, still it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent...it would not be because it cared.

The pleasure of despair. But then, it is in despair that we find the most acute pleasure, especially when we are aware of the hopelessness of the situation... ...everything is a mess in which it is impossible to tell what's what, but that despite this impossibility and deception it still hurts you, and the less you can understand, the more it hurts.

And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death.

I have no mouth, and I must scream.

I want you to take away the hope because that's the thing that's killing me.

It got to a point where I didn't care if I lived or I died.

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

1967 was the bleakest, darkest, most emotional period of my life.

I feel hurt and pain times a million, all the time.

Rightly tired of the pain İ hear and feel, boss... where we's comin from or goin to or why... If İ could end it, İ would. But İ can't.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

You know, if my life was a horse, I’d shoot it. (Susan)

I feel like dying when I'm helpless

Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same.

I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the drawers.

The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.

Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

I felt the kind of desperation, I think, that cancels the possibility of empathy...that makes you unkind.