"...it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s taking pleasure in a feel or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person’s love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term “generosity of spirit” applied to nothing, was a cliche, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in... this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged..."
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho
Я просто оставлю это здесь. Хотя вообще есть над чем поразмышлять в книге. Очень хочу теперь посмотреть экранизацию, но боюсь, что такое количество резни визуально не выдержу. Не фанат я этого, хотя в текстовом варианте еще более-менее. Может, потому что написано в хорошем стиле и как-то притягательно, что ли.