I choked on my coffee laughing at this sentence. Nothing like coffee in the nostrils to start the day.
“Some nights I would find myself roaming the beaches, digging up baby crabs and eating handfuls of sand – this was in the night when the sky was so clear I could see the entire solar system and the sand, lit by it, seemed almost lunar in scale. I even dragged a beached jellyfish back to the house and microwaved it early one morning, predawn, while Evelyn slept, and what I didn’t eat of it I fed to the chow.”
Say what you will about Bret Easton Ellis, his writing is exceptional. This is my favorite passage from American Psycho.