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 life styles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

• DAME DEMISE on Aug. 21, 2010
  
  One of the worst book I’ve ever read.