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Patrick Bateman Quotes

Total quotes: 15
“Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in...”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho
Tagged: Evil, Surface, God is dead
“This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho(Vintage Contemporaries)
Tagged: Torment, Torture
“How could she ever understand that there isn't any way I could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho
“She’s barely gained consciousness and when she sees me, standing over her, naked, I can imagine that my virtual absence of humanity fills her with mind-bending horror.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho(Vintage Contemporaries)
Tagged: Seeing Evil
“You are a fucking ugly bitch I want to stab to death and play around with your blood.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho(Vintage Contemporaries)
Tagged: Awful
“People can get accustomed to anything, right? Habit does things to people.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho(Vintage Contemporaries)
Tagged: Routine, Slow Roll of Evil
“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.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho
Tagged: Self Discovery
“I see a ten-year-old girl standing by her mother, who is buying a scarf, some jewelry, and I’m thinking: Not bad. I’m wearing a cashmere topcoat, a double-breasted plaid wool and alpaca sport coat, pleated wool trousers, patterned silk tie, all by Valentino Couture, and leather lace-ups by Allen-Edmonds.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho(Vintage Contemporaries)
“I … want … to … fit … in.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho(Vintage Contemporaries)
Tagged: misfit
“… There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, 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.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho
Tagged: Identity, Nihilism
“When we look up at the clouds she sees an island, a puppy dog, Alaska, a tulip. I see, but don’t tell her, a Gucci money clip, an ax, a woman cut in two, a large puffy white puddle of blood that spreads across the sky, dripping over the city, onto Manhattan.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho(Vintage Contemporaries)
Tagged: Seeing Evil
“In the kitchen I try 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, then I rest by watching a tape of last week’s new CBS sitcom, Murphy Brown.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho (Vintage Contemporaries)
Tagged: Murder
“And later my macabre joy sours and I’m weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing ‘I just want to be loved,’ cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity, prayer— all of it was wrong, without any final purpose. All it came down to was: die or adapt.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho(Vintage Contemporaries)
Tagged: misfit
“Later, predictably, she's tied to the floor, naked, on her back, both feet, both hands, tied to makeshift posts that are connected to boards which are weighted down with metal. The hands are shot full of nails and her legs are spread as wide as possible. A pillow props her ass up and cheese, Brie, has been smeared across her open cunt, some of it even pushed up into the vaginal cavity. She's barely gained consciousness and when she sees me, standing over her, naked, I can imagine that my virtual absence of humanity fills her with mind-bending horror. I've”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho
“A young girl, a freshman, I met in a bar in Cambridge my junior year at Harvard told me early one fall that 'Life is full of endless possibilities.' I tried valiantly not to choke on the beer nuts I was chewing while she gushed this kidney stone of wisdom, and I calmly washed them down with the rest of a Heineken, smiled and concentrated on the dart game that was going on in the corner. Needless to say, she did not live to see her sophomore year. That winter, her body was found floating in the Charles River, decapitated, her head hung from a tree on the bank, her hair knotted around a low-hanging branch, three miles away.”
— Patrick Bateman , American Psycho
Tagged: Hope
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