Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.

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

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

You hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you.

With the first kiss his mouth will taste of wormwood.

And I can't think of a reason I'd ever use a pseudonym, as I wouldn't want to publish something that I didn't like enough to put my name on it.

It was like discovering that your innermost fires and terrors, the things you believed no one else could fathom, were in fact the basis of a recognized philosophy. Some part of you felt intimately invaded, threatened; some other part fell to its knees and sobbed in gratitude that it was no longer alone.