Horror is the badge of humanity, worn proudly, self-righteously, and often falsely.
Ive tried to avoid labels, but they always find you.
Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.
In high school I was the dog, always, and I never have felt comfortable or right in my body, and part of my whole exhibitionist thing has probably been a way of testing to see whether or not I really was this repulsive creature that I felt like for so long.
Yeah, I think A Confederacy of Dunces is probably the perfect New Orleans book.
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.