InterestsI 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. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.<br /><br />---------------<br /><br />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. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.<br /><br />-------------<br /><br />Pat Bateman: He was into that whole Yale thing.<br />Donald Kimball: Yale thing?<br />Pat Bateman: Yeah, Yale thing.<br />Donald Kimball: What whole Yale thing?<br />Pat Bateman: Well, he was probably a closet homosexual who did a lot of cocaine. That whole Yale thing.
