Who Wrote That? #23

“Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her.”

“I have a rendezvous with Death

“Some men get the world, some men get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona. You’re in with the former, but my God I don’t envy the blood on your conscience.”

"Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing."

“I will have my voice: Indian, Spanish, white. I will have my serpent’s tongue—my woman’s voice, my sexual voice, my poet’s voice. I will overcome the tradition of silence.”

“O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

"I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine."

"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."

“She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.”