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“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, sympathizing, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt any more. 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

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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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