What do you do?' she asks, holding out the vest. 'What do you do?' 'What do you do?' she asks, her voice shaking. 'Don't ask me, please. Okay, Clay?' 'Why not?' She sits on the mattress after I get up. Muriel screams. 'Because... I don't know,' she sighs. I look at her and don't feel anything and walk out with my vest.
Bret Easton EllisYou do not write a novel for praise, or thinking of your audience. You write for yourself; you work out between you and your pen the things that intrigue you
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