I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single clear, identifiable emotion.
I’m into, uh, well, murders and executions, mostly.
There is a sense of purity and beauty in violence.
I simply am not there.
I don’t want to get too deep into this, but blood and death are just so inspiring.
I’m not a psychopath. I’m a high-functioning psychopath.
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me.
I’m on a murder spree and I don’t care who knows it.
I’m simply not there.
I want to stab you to death and play around with your blood.
If there is a God, he has a pretty sick sense of humor.
I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
I’m not the kind of person who can let things slide.
My need to engage in homicidal behavior on a massive scale cannot be corrected, but, uh, I have no other way to fulfill my needs.
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed.
I’m simply an intolerable person.
I think if you stay true to yourself, eventually you’ll find like-minded individuals.
There is no future for me.
I’m a killer, a murdering bastard, you know that.
I can’t remember the last time I yawned.
I live in the murders and the deaths and the executions.
Look, we have to stop. This is so fucking boring!
A good personality consists of a chick who has a little hard body, who will satisfy all sexual demands without being too slutty about things.
I’m gonna say this once, and then I’m gonna leave. But I’m worried that I may have wasted so much time demonstrating and caring about certain things that don’t matter. It’s amazing what you can do without.
I’m just not there.
Do you like Phil Collins? I’ve been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke.
This confession has meant nothing.
We have to end this. It’s too boring. I’m sorry.
I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
I will not die a monster.
I’m a very serious person.
There’s no real me. Only an entity, something illusory.
I’m on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at Espace.
I like to dissect girls. Did you know I’m utterly insane?
I would have no choice but to strangle them. There’s a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Paul’s apartment overlooks the park and is obviously more expensive than mine.
I think people are willing to accept anything.
I had dinner recently with our President
Is that Ivana Trump? I always thought she was Eastern European.
This is obviously a case of mistaken identity here.
Your compliment was sufficient, Lewis.
My friends will vouch for me, right?
I may have killed him.
It’s just not worth it.
A girl has to have a good personality, that’s all that matters.
I’m a greedy slob, but I’m not into ripping off sick kids.
I just had to kill a lot of people!
I can’t believe I just said that.
Is that even legal? Let’s go!
Can you keep a secret? Because I have a new fetish. I want to mutilate someone.
I simply am not there.
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