Some of the food in Liquor is food I've really eaten filtered through a veil of fiction.

The sky is purple, the flare of a match behind a cupped hand is gold; the liquor is green, bright green, made from a thousand herbs, made from altars. Those who know enough to drink Chartreuse at Mardi Gras are lucky, because the distilled essence of the town burns in their bellies. Chartreuse glows in the dark, and if you drink enough of it, your eyes will turn bright green.

I don't like to talk about work in progress, but the novel I'm working on now is definitely not horror.

The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.

Ive tried to avoid labels, but they always find you.

Celebrities, even insignificant ones like me, are created to be abused by the Great Unwashed.

In France, for instance, one magazine writer was convinced that On The Road had been a huge influence on Lost Souls and was crushed to learn that I hadn't read the one until after I'd written the other.