American psycho: a novel

“Did you know that Ted Bundy’s first dog, a collie, was named Lassie?”

for Christ sakes—you can get dyslexia from pussy—”

Hip my friend, very hip.”

everybody hates their job, I hate my job, you’ve told me you hate yours.

this all would have happened anyway. I would have found her. This is the way the earth works.

“A model?” She shrugs. “An actor?”

“No,” I say. “Flattering, but no.”

“Well?”

“I’m into, oh, murders and executions mostly. It depends.” I shrug.

I stood in front of Paul Smith and watched with a certain traumatized fascination, my mind reeling with the concept that a human being, a man, could feel pride over sodomizing another man

All it comes down to is: I feel like shit but look great.

“What does the other part of him think?” Hamlin asks tentatively.

“What her head would look like on a stick,” I say.

“He said,” I begin, “‘When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be real nice and sweet and treat her right.’”