Price finally waves us in and the temptation to kill McDermott is replaced by this strange anticipation to have a good time, drink some champagne, flirt with a hardbody, find some blow, maybe even dance
—Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho (p. 52)
I want to light my cigar but don’t have any matches; yet just holding it, catching some of its aroma along with the knowledge that drugs are incoming, comforts me
—Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho (p. 56)
Tyrese just showed up at Paul Walker’s crash site. Didn’t say a word, just mourned and left. RIP Paul Walker.
If I was a squirter, we would be under water.
—My Gorgeous Girlfriend