Quotes from American Psycho

I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don’t know why.

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 lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

There is no deeper desire than the desire to be desired.

Don’t wear that outfit, it’s so last season.

Do you like Phil Collins? I’ve been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke.

I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

I’m into murders and executions, mostly.

My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.

I don’t want to get arrested. I don’t want to go to jail. I have reservations about this.

I’m simply not there. I’m just a mirror reflecting back what the world projects onto me.

I have to return some videotapes.

Tonight we dine at Dorsia.

I like to dissect girls. Did you know I’m utterly insane?

There is no better way to waste your youth than by obsessing over a skincare routine.

I want to fit in, but I don’t want to lose myself in the process.

Quotes from American Psycho part 2

I live in a world full of designer labels and empty souls.

I’m the voice inside your head that tells you your Gucci belt is not enough.

I don’t think we should see each other anymore. I have to kill a lot of people soon.

Would you like me more if I wore a Rolex?

Image is everything, darling. Substance is overrated.

Money doesn’t buy happiness, but it can buy a damn good suit.

Life’s full of little accidents. Let’s call this one forgot-to-use-lotion.

My business card is embossed with apathy and entitlement.

True wealth is knowing the perfect shade of white for your business cards.

Do you know what an alpha male is? Neither do I, but I’m pretty sure I’m one.

I find nothing more satisfying than the sound of cellophane as I unwrap my newest acquisition.

My soul is as empty as my meticulously organized walk-in closet.

My reflection reveals a face, but not a soul.

Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy a reservation at the best restaurant in town.

I’m a master of deception, wearing a mask of civility to conceal my true desires.

My heart is as cold as my pristine marble bathroom.

Life’s like a business deal, only the stakes are so much higher.

Beneath this expensive suit lies a void that can never be filled.

Everyone wears a mask, but mine is made of the finest Italian leather.

I don’t need therapy; I just need a better wardrobe.

I’d rather be considered an American psycho than a mediocre nobody.

Greed and power are the only things that move me forward.

I’m the embodiment of the American Dream gone horribly wrong.

Deep down, we’re all just hungry wolves wearing designer clothing.

In this game of life, the winner is the one with the most impeccable taste.

My existence is a carefully curated display of excess and debauchery.

I’m a walking paradox, blending in seamlessly while standing out.

Glamour is just a mask for the darkness that lurks within.

I’m a prisoner of society’s expectations, but I refuse to conform entirely.

The only thing more terrifying than looking into the abyss is realizing it’s the reflection in the mirror.