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.

(Source: freshsince93)

American Psycho

bitchlit:

Bret Easton Ellis makes it hard for people against banning books to make a reasonable case to keep this book within access of children in American Psycho, a novel in which a man does vile and awful things, mostly to women, all supposedly to illustrate a point about the void consumerism creates. You could give yourself nightmares for weeks, or you could just read The Great Gatsby and get a nice, dreamless nap in the process.

Exactly! I mean, why read controversial and sensational material that is literally meant to shock the senses and make the reader consider the effect of society’s overload on the human mind when you can read incredibly boring and pandering material about rich people having rich people problems?

No, books are banned because there are people with small minds who don’t want to think about anything but the “glory days” of the past. The only thing that brings change is a shock to the system.