After a while you learn that everything stops.

Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.

What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.

You learn to move on without the people you love.

I'm really shocked when critics get morally outraged at my fiction because they think I'm condoning what's going on. I never come in as the author and say, "Hey, okay. I'm interrupting the narrator here. I'm Bret Easton Ellis, and I'm the author."

I come to a red light, tempted to go through it, then stop once I see a billboard sign that I don’t remember seeing and I look up at it. All it says is 'Disappear Here' and even though it’s probably an ad for some resort, it still freaks me out a little and I step on the gas really hard and the car screeches as I leave the light.

Not being able to find meaning can be just as powerful as finding meaning.