Monday, March 10, 2008

Lady says she makes art to keep from going crazy. She says, "Why do you make art?" I say, "Well, to keep from going crazy, I guess, but also because I don't know how to exist without it. Because to live without it for me would be worse than dying. Because to be worth the air that I breathe and the food that I eat and the microbes I kill by moving, I have to make these things to try to tie us together."


I amend everything negative I've said about Bret Easton Ellis. American Psycho is one of the best contemporary books I've read. I finished it and went, "Fuck," to no one.

I didn't know they wrote them like that anymore. Fuck.

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