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.
( Bret Easton Ellis )
[ American Psycho ]
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