“Terry remembered a summer two or three years ago when there had been a plague of luna moths (...) One night Ghost has mused aloud that to the bats, the moths' blood must taste like crème de la menthe.” — 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, the ones you might otherwise never know were there. They were important even if you had no idea what they meant. Like now, for instance. Coming back here might be the biggest mistake he’d ever made.… — 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 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
