When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough

The Seeds Of Love Have Taken Hold And If We Won't Burn Together, I'll Burn Alone.

Adjust My Dreams For Me.

...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.

A Great Numb Feeling Washes Over Me As I Let Go Of The Past And Look Forward To The Future. Pretend To Be A Vampire. I Don't Really Need To Pretend, Because It's Who I Am, An Emotional Vampire. I've Just Come To Expect It. Vampires Are Real. That I Was Born This Way. That I Feed Off Of Other People's Real Emotions. Search For This Night's Prey. Who Will It Be?

If I Want To Write A Movie, I'll Write A Screenplay, But If I Have An Idea For A Book, It's Something That I Think Can Only Be Done Novelistically.