“The last dying days of summer, fall coming on fast. A cold night, the first of the season, a change from the usual bland Maryland climate. Cold, thought the boy; his mind felt numb. The trees he could see through… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Celebrities, even insignificant ones like me, are created to be abused by the Great Unwashed. — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share Image
Horror is the badge of humanity, worn proudly, self-righteously, and often falsely. — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share Image
“+ 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
