Certain experiences you can't survive, and afterward you don't fully exist, even if you failed to die.

Some people, no matter where they look, they see themselves.

I read The Conspiracy Against the Human Race and found it incredibly powerful writing. For me as a reader, it was less impactful as philosophy than as one writers ultimate confessional: an absolute horror story, where the self is the monster.

I find the constraints of drama actually freeing: It brings everything down to character and action.

And if we’re talking about hard-boiled detectives, too, what could be more hardboiled than the worldview of Ligotti or Cioran? They make the grittiest of crime writers seem like dilettantes. Next to The Conspiracy Against the Human Race, Mickey Spillane seems about as hard-boiled as bubble gum.

I don't think you can create effectively toward expectation. I'm not in the service business.

Certain experiences you can't survive, and afterward you don't fully exist, even if you failed to die.