Avery Conly

“Did you see The Patty Winters Show this morning?” I ask. “On Autism?” “No.” She smiles as if somehow charmed by my addiction to The Patty Winters Show. “How was it?” I pick up this morning’s Wall Street Journal and scan the front page—all of it one ink-stained senseless typeset blur. “I think I was hallucinating while watching it. I don’t know. I can’t be sure. I don’t remember,” I murmur, placing the Journal back down and then, picking up today’s Financial Times, “I really don’t know.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“I’ve perfected my fake response to a degree where it’s so natural-sounding that no one notices.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“After more stretching exercises to cool down I take a quick hot shower and then head to the video store where I return two tapes I rented on Monday, She-Male Reformatory and Body Double, but I rerent Body Double because I want to watch it again tonight even though I know I won’t have enough time to masturbate over the scene where the woman is getting drilled to death by a power drill since I have a date with Courtney at seven-thirty at Café Luxembourg.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“I should probably be stretching first but if I do that I’ll have to wait in line—already some faggot is behind me, probably checking out my back, ass, leg muscles. No hardbodies at the gym today. Only faggots from the West Side,”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho