...if You're Alone Nothing Bad Can Happen

People Just... Disappear," He Says. "the Earth Just Opens Up And Swallows People," I Say, Some What Sadly, Checking My Rolex. "eerie." Kimball Yawns, Stretching. "really Eerie." "ominous." I Nod My Agreement. "it's Just"- He Sights, Exasperated- "futile.

No One Is Drawn To Writing About Being Happy Or Feelings Of Joy.

I'm Really Shocked When Critics Get Morally Outraged At My Fiction Because They Think I'm Condoning What's Going On. I Never Come In As The Author And Say, "hey, Okay. I'm Interrupting The Narrator Here. I'm Bret Easton Ellis, And I'm The Author."

By The Time You Finish Reading This Sentence, A Boeing Jetliner Will Take Off Or Land Somewhere In The World.

Fear Never Shows Up And The Party Ends Early.