Frases de Bret Easton Ellis

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“Todo el mundo tiene meido. Pero si nos mantenemos unidos, si intentamos estar disponibles para los otros, ya no tendremos miedo.”

“Nunca me ha gustado nadie y e da miedo la gente.”

“En cuanto me di cuenta de que estaba completamente solo comprendí, sólo entonces, que tenía problemas graves. Mi actitud nostálgica con respecto a la fama y las drogas -el placer de comadecerme a mí mismo- se había transformado en tristeza y el futuro ya no me parecía ni remotamente plausible. Solamente una cosa parecía correr hacia mí: una negrura, una tumba, el final”

“(…) estaba tan por encima de la ciudad que tenías la impresión de contemplar un mundo enorme y abandonado que se extendía en cuadrículas anónimas, una vista que confirmaba que estabas mucho más solo de lo que creías.”

“Cualquiera que fuera el interés que compartían se evaporó tan rápido que pareció no haber existido en absoluto. Robby se nos acercó penosamente bajo el destello de las luces del centro comercial y de pronto me preocupó que su vida tuviera tan poco de poesía o romanticismo. Todo giraba en torno a una cotidianidad ansiosa y aburrida. Todo era una representación”

“La vida es como una errata tipográfica: constantemente estamos escribiendo y reescribiendo las cosas”

“El pasado no es real. Sólo es un sueño.”

“Me mira fijamente, y la mirada que le devuelvo es el principio de todo, y me imagino el futuro: "¿Por qué me odias?", imagino que dice la voz angustiada de una chica. "¿Qué te he hecho?, imagino que grita otra persona.”

“La noria vacía se alza ante nosotros ucando pasamos por su lado, un círculo impreciso apenas visible en la bruma, y, si exceptuamos unos pescadores mexicanos, no hay nadie alrededor.”

“¿Qué es lo peor que te ha pasado, Jimmy?", lee fuera de cuadro alguien que hace el papel de una chica llamada Claire. "El amor incondicional", responde el chico, y el personaje de Jimmy se vuelve con fingida vergüenza, pero el chico lee mal la frase, poniendo el énfasis donde no toca, sonriendo cuando debería haberse puesto totalmente serio, convirtiéndolo en el remate de un chiste cuando nunca lo ha sido.”

“El silencio es una risa burlona. El silencio roba algo.”

“Cada día hay todo un ejército de retrasadas impacientes por ser deshonradas.”

“Hubo un largo silencio y sólo se oyó la brisa del desierto y el sonido del jacuzzi calentándose y de la piscina vaciándose. También se oía a Frank Sinatra cantando «Summer Wind», y recé para que el director dijera el nombre. Por algún motivo me parecía muy importante. Necesitaba que el director dijera el nombre. El director abrió la boca y dijo:
—Lo he olvidado.”

“Siempre existe la posibilidad de que ocurra algo aterrador, y normalmente ocurre.”

“¿Adónde vamos' —pregunté.
—No lo sé—dijo—. Simplemente damos una vuelta en coche.
—pero esta carretera no lleva a ninguna parte—le dije.
—No importa.
—¿Y qué es lo que importa? —le pregunté al cabo de un rato.
—Solo que estamos en ella, tío —dijo.”

“¿Es el mal algo que uno es? ¿O es algo que uno hace?”

“What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists?”

“And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention”

“I think a lot of snowflakes are alike… and I think a lot of people are alike too.”

“Greed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever.”

“The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.”

“I tried to make meat loaf out of the girl but it becomes too frustrating a task and instead I spend the afternoon smearing her meat all over the walls, chewing on strips of skin I ripped from her body”

“what's right? If you want something, you have the right to take it. If you want to do something, you have the right to do it.”

“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.”

“It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.”

“Rock 'n' roll. Deal with it.”

“I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier, and even more important, where.”

“I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back, this is how you've always lived.)”

“And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.”

“I wasn't acting on passion. I was simply acting.”

“The Smiths are singing and someone says "Turn that gay angst music off.”

“Yes. Yes I am. I am a completely demented misogynist.”

“The images I had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. Images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children.”

“This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.”

“Adjust my dreams for me.”

“Price. You're priceless.”

“After a while you learn that everything stops.”

“What keeps me interested--and it always does--is how can she be a bad actress on film but a good one in reality?”

“People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles.”

“Hip," I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's---my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.”

“… if you're alone nothing bad can happen to you.”

“but I don't want to wear a condom because I don't feel anything," and she says calmly… glaring at me,"If you don't use one you're not going to feel anything anyway.”

“Specks—specks all over the third panel, see?—no, that one—the second one up from the floor and I wanted to point this out to someone yesterday but a photo shoot intervened and Yaki Nakamari or whatever the hell the designer's name is—a master craftsman not—mistook me for someone else so I couldn't register the complaint, but, gentlemen—and ladies—there they are: specks, annoying, tiny specks, and they don't look accidental but like they were somehow done by a machine—so I don't want a lot of description, just the story, streamlined, no frills, the lowdown: who, what, where, when and don't leave out why, though I'm getting the distinct impression by the looks on your sorry faces that why won't get answered—now, come on, goddamnit, what's the story?”

“…and it's a story that might bore you but you don't have to listen, she told me, because she always knew it was going to be like that, and it was, she thinks, her first year, or actually weekend, really a Friday, in September, at Camden, and this was three or four years ago, and she got so drunk that she ended up in bed, lost her virginity (late, she was eighteen) in Lorna Slavin's room, because she was a Freshman and had a roommate and Lorna was, she remembers, a Senior or Junior and usually somestimes at her boyfriend's place off-campus, to who she thought was a Sophomore Ceramics major but who was actually either some guy from N. Y. U., a film student, and up in New Hampshire just for The Dressed to Get Screwed party, or a townie.”

“When I was bullied: you manned-up. You learned something. You realized: I'm not getting the gold star. You realized: you lose. Deal with it.”