Fear is only good when you have a choice in things.

...what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.

Some mysteries are simply irresistible,” she said. “They have components that alter a life.

Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?

Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.

But during all these years I had a vague but persistent desire to return to New Orleans. I never forgot New Orleans. And when we were in tropical places and places of those flowers and trees that grow in Louisiana, I would think of it acutely and I would feel for my home the only glimmer of desire I felt for anything outside my endless pursuit of art.