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

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.

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

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.

My childhood may have been more demented than most, because I learned to read very early and was allowed to read whatever I wanted.

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.

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