A guy will promise you the world and give you nothin’, and that’s the blues.
My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this — and I have, countless times, in just about every act I’ve committed — and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing…
American Psycho (the book, not the movie)
An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way.
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.
“An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.”
A gentleman is someone who can play the accordion, but doesn’t.
As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.