Ellis on Psycho

While taking a piss in the men's room, I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize [sic] and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone.

No

one

would

care.

In fact some, if they noticed my absence, might feel an odd, indefinable sense of relief. This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

Ellis, Bret Easton.  American Psycho.  Vintage: New York NY, 1991, 226.