...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 hid….

People are afraid to merge..

You do not write a novel for praise, or thinking of your audience. You write for yourself; you work out between you and your pen the things that intr….

No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me..

No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy..

Why would I care what other people are thinking? I don't care what an audience thinks of me..

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

Adjust my dreams for me..

She laughs and looks out the window and I think for a minute that she's going to start to cry. I'm standing by the door and I look over at the Elvis ….

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

I'm not a big believer in disciplined writers. What does discipline mean? The writer who forces himself to sit down and write for seven hours every d….

At Columbus Circle, a juggler wearing a trench cloak and top hat, who is usually at this location afternoons and who calls himself Stretch Man, perfo….

The seals stupidly dive off rocks into swirling black water, barking mindlessly. The zookeepers feed them dead fish. A crowd gathers around the tank,….

It's because you're always fighting sentiment. You're fighting sentimentality all of the time because being a mother alerts you in such a primal way..

I think the '80s created me, in a way, when I look back on that time, but I don't necessarily think that a lot of my choices, and a lot of things tha….

Completely committed to adapting 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. This is not a joke. Christian Grey and Ana: potentially great cinematic characters..

You don't market-research a novel; you really are writing it for yourself. It's a hobby, in many ways. The problem becomes what you do when you're co….

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 ….

Price. You're priceless..

I don't know why I write what I write..

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?.