Famous As: American Author, Screenwriter and Short-Story Writer
Born On: 1964
Born In: Los Angeles, California, United States
Age: 60 Years
Bret Easton Ellis is an American novelist, screenwriter, short story writer, and director who gained recognition for his novel ‘American Psycho’. Bret debuted as a novelist at the age of 21 in 1985 by publishing ‘Less Than Zero’, which achieved both critical and commercial success as well as courted controversy. The novel is about the lifestyle of isolated, wealthy teenagers in Los Angeles. In 1987, Bret published his second novel ‘The Rules of Attraction’, which was about a group of hedonistic young adults. The book achieved reasonable commercial success. Bret published his third novel ‘American Psycho’ in 1991, which gained both critical acclaim and commercial success and also attracted a fair share of controversies. The book attained a cult status after the release of its movie adaptation in 2000. In 1994, Bret published a short story collection titled ‘The Informers’. In 1998, Bret published his fourth novel ‘Glamorama’. After a gap of seven years, Bret published his fifth novel ‘Lunar Park’ in 2005. Bret also has penned some screenplays for feature films including ‘The Curse of Downers Grove’ and ‘The Canyons’. He has also written screenplays of short films like ‘Loud Like Love’ and Are You Okay’. Ellis’ work, books, writings, sayings, thoughts and quotes are quite saleable amongst Generation X. He has spoken out via social media on several issues, often offending people here and there. Here are some interesting points and quotes from Bret Easton Ellis.
But this road doesn't go anywhere,” I told him.
“That doesn't matter.”
“What does?” I asked, after a little while.
“Just that we're on it, dude,” he said.
There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.
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Disappear Here.
The syringe fills with blood.
You're a beautiful boy and that's all that matters.
Wonder if he's for sale.
People are afraid to merge. To merge.
I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.
And it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn't remember if he was Catholic or not.
Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead.
Why not? Give me one good reason why we shouldn't get married."
Because trying to fuck you is like trying to french-kiss a very.... small and... lively gerbil? With braces?
