The sky is purple, the flare of a match behind a cupped hand is gold; the liquor is green, bright green, made… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share Image
I like visiting people's homes on Saint Joseph's Day, when people set up altars, serve food as a tribute to the saint,… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share Image
I like visiting peoples homes on Saint Josephs Day, when people set up altars, serve food as a tribute to the saint,… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share Image
My childhood may have been more demented than most, because I learned to read very early and was allowed to read whatever I wanted. — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
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… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
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… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
Mostly I enjoy the restaurants (my husband is a chef), though I wish we had a wider diversity of ethnic food. — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
Celebrities, even insignificant ones like me, are created to be abused by the Great Unwashed. — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
Horror is the badge of humanity, worn proudly, self-righteously, and often falsely. — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
“+ He wasn’t much for erasing anyway. Sometimes your mistakes showed you the really interesting connections between your brain, your hand, and your heart,… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
You can only maintain an immensely gothic attitude for so long before either killing yourself or beginning to feel like a poser. — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
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… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
“They were kissing again, carefully at first, learning the shape and texture of each other's lips, testing the sharpness of the teeth behind them.… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
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… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
Why bother? I was right all along: the second you make yourself vulnerable to someone, they start drawing blood. — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
I don't like to talk about work in progress, but the novel I'm working on now is definitely not horror. — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share
