Poppy Z. Brite
And I can't think of a reason I'd ever use a pseudonym, as I wouldn't want to publish something that I didn't like enough to put my name on it.
Celebrities, even insignificant ones like me, are created to be abused by the Great Unwashed.
I certainly don't think I would have been asked to pose for Rage if I wasn't a known writer.
I certainly wanted to write a book that was honest about New Orleans without explaining it to death, so much so that the first draft contained references absolutely incomprehensible to anyone who hasn't lived here for several years.
I don't like to talk about work in progress, but the novel I'm working on now is definitely not horror.
I like visiting people's homes on Saint Joseph's Day, when people set up altars, serve food as a tribute to the saint, and invite the public - I enjoy that much more than Mardi Gras.
I think film had a terrible effect on horror fiction particularly in the 80s, with certain writers turning out stuff as slick and cliched as Hollywood movies.
I'd much rather do an obviously commercial writing project than get a day job.
I've certainly learned a great deal from my husband, though, and could never have written a book like Liquor without him and the people he introduces me to and the stories he brings home.
I've tried to avoid labels, but they always find you.
In France, for instance, one magazine writer was convinced that On The Road had been a huge influence on Lost Souls and was crushed to learn that I hadn't read the one until after I'd written the other.
In high school I was the dog, always, and I never have felt comfortable or right in my body, and part of my whole exhibitionist thing has probably been a way of testing to see whether or not I really was this repulsive creature that I felt like for so long.
In the Netherlands I read the first chapter of Exquisite Corpse to an audience that laughed in all the places I thought were funny - an experience I've never had in America!
Mostly I enjoy the restaurants (my husband is a chef), though I wish we had a wider diversity of ethnic food.
My childhood may have been more demented than most, because I learned to read very early and was allowed to read whatever I wanted.
My dad told me that no one could ever make it as a writer, that my chances were equivalent to winning the lottery - which was good for me, because I like to have something to prove.
My mother is an office manager, my father a professor of economics and financial planner.
New Orleans cuisine is Creole rather than Cajun.
Some of the food in Liquor is food I've really eaten filtered through a veil of fiction.
There are people who must spend huge amounts of time composing these online diatribes against me, all about how disgusting and terrible I am and how no one should ever read my books, and it's not enough for them to hate me, they can't stand the fact that ANYONE likes me!
This is the point being missed by readers who lament Liquor's lack of hot sex scenes, probably because they aren't old enough to understand that a passionate relationship could be about anything other than sex.
Yeah, I think A Confederacy of Dunces is probably the perfect New Orleans book.
The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.Collection: Sleep
You hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you.Collection: Giving
Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.Collection: Good Night
I can't heal your pain but I can see it. And you don't have to be lost. Not forever.Collection: Pain
They discovered that even in the face of pain that seems unbearable, even in the face of pain that wrings the last drop of blood out of your heart and leaves its scrimshaw tracery on the inside of your skull, life goes on. And pain grows dull, and begins to fadeCollection: Pain
I believe in whatever gets you throught the night. [...] Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four A.M.knows all my secrets.Collection: Believe
When you have too much faith in something, it's bound to hurt you. Too much faith in anything will suck you dry. In this way, all the world is a vampire.Collection: Hurt
If you want something, you don't wait for the world to deal it out for you. You take it.Collection: Want Something
Never relinquish your terrors. That's when they catch you.Collection: Terror
Ive tried to avoid labels, but they always find you.Collection: Labels
Horror is the badge of humanity, worn proudly, self-righteously, and often falsely.Collection: Self
Delete nothing. Move nothing. Change nothing. Learn everything.Collection: Moving
With the first kiss his mouth will taste of wormwood.Collection: Kissing
It was like discovering that your innermost fires and terrors, the things you believed no one else could fathom, were in fact the basis of a recognized philosophy. Some part of you felt intimately invaded, threatened; some other part fell to its knees and sobbed in gratitude that it was no longer alone.Collection: Gratitude
The sky is purple, the flare of a match behind a cupped hand is gold; the liquor is green, bright green, made from a thousand herbs, made from altars. Those who know enough to drink Chartreuse at Mardi Gras are lucky, because the distilled essence of the town burns in their bellies. Chartreuse glows in the dark, and if you drink enough of it, your eyes will turn bright green.Collection: Eye
Young writers shouldn't be afraid of striving to emulate their favorites. It's a good way to learn, as long as you move on from it and don't publish too many of the results.Collection: Moving
I don't think it is possible to give tips for finding one's voice; it's one of those things for which there aren't really any tricks or shortcuts, or even any advice that necessarily translates from writer to writer. All I can tell you is to write as much as possible.Collection: Writing
Why bother? I was right all along: the second you make yourself vulnerable to someone, they start drawing blood.Collection: Blood
All at once it hit him: this was power too, just as surely as smashing your fist into someone’s face, just as surely as putting a hammer through someone’s skull. The power to make another person crazy with pleasure instead of fear and pain, to have every cell in another person’s body at your thrall.Collection: Pain
I'm your nightmare. Did you think you were done with nightmares, now you've become one?Collection: Thinking
If you're a freelance writer and aren't used to being ignored, neglected, and generally given short shrift, you must not have been in the business very long.Collection: Writing
If you’re ever lucky enough to belong somewhere, if a place takes you in and you take it into yourself, you don't desert it just because it can kill you. There are things more valuable than life.Collection: Lucky
If you find yourself imitating another writer, that doesn't have to be a bad thing, especially if you are a young or a new writer. However, you should be conscious of exactly how you are imitating him - word choice, sentence structure, motifs? - and think about why you're doing it.Collection: Writing
Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them.Collection: Fun
I like visiting peoples homes on Saint Josephs Day, when people set up altars, serve food as a tribute to the saint, and invite the public - I enjoy that much more than Mardi Gras.Collection: Home
Sometimes we gotta be brave even when we're scared. We gotta not let being scared keep us from thinkin' straight. That's all brave is, boy, when you come right down to it, not lettin' the fear get you so turned around you start doin' stupid things, instead of what you know you ought to do.Collection: Stupid
You can only maintain an immensely gothic attitude for so long before either killing yourself or beginning to feel like a poser.Collection: Attitude
In the Netherlands I read the first chapter of Exquisite Corpse to an audience that laughed in all the places I thought were funny – an experience I’ve never had in America!Collection: Firsts