I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.
Bret Easton EllisBy the time you finish reading this sentence, a Boeing jetliner will take off or land somewhere in the world.
Bret Easton EllisWriting fiction is an act of imagination and fantasizing, and it's not relating in prose what you've been doing for the last two or three years.
Bret Easton Ellis