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“Nothing was affirmative, the term 'generosity of spirit,' applied to nothing, was a cliche, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire--meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in...this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged...”

Quote by Bret Easton Ellis

Work

American Psycho

American Psycho is a controversial novel that delves into the mind of Patrick Bateman, a wealthy and seemingly successful young man who is also a serial killer. The narrative is told from Bateman's perspective, offering a chilling and often surreal glimpse into his life, his relationships, and his descent into madness. The novel is known for its graphic violence, satirical commentary on the materialism and emptiness of the 1980s, and its unconventional narrative style. more

Author

Bret Easton Ellis
Bret Easton Ellis

American novelist known for his profound insights into modern urban life and sharp criticism. His works, including 'Less Than Zero' and 'The Rules of Attraction', are renowned for their unique narrative style and sharp social observations. more

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