Why bother? I was right all along: the second you make yourself vulnerable to someone, they start drawing blood.

Why bother? I was right all along: the second you make yourself vulnerable to someone, they start drawing blood.

Horror is the badge of humanity, worn proudly, self-righteously, and often falsely.

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 it and don't publish too many of the results.

I like visiting peoples homes on Saint Josephs Day, when people set up altars, serve food as a tribute to the saint, and invite the public - I enjoy that much more than Mardi Gras.

I can't heal your pain but I can see it. And you don't have to be lost. Not forever.

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.