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I'm your nightmare. Did you think you were done with nightmares, now you've become one?

Poppy Z. Brite

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Poppy Z. Brite
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: May 25
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New Orleans
Louisiana
Billy Martin
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Nightmares

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When you have too much faith in something, it's bound to hurt you. Too much faith in anything will suck you dry. In this way, all the world is a vampire.
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If you’re ever lucky enough to belong somewhere, if a place takes you in and you take it into yourself, you don't desert it just because it can kill you. There are things more valuable than life.
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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.
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Mostly I enjoy the restaurants (my husband is a chef), though I wish we had a wider diversity of ethnic food.
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If you find yourself imitating another writer, that doesn't have to be a bad thing, especially if you are a young or a new writer. However, you should be conscious of exactly how you are imitating him - word choice, sentence structure, motifs? - and think about why you're doing it.
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I don't think it is possible to give tips for finding one's voice it's one of those things for which there aren't really any tricks or shortcuts, or even any advice that necessarily translates from writer to writer. All I can tell you is to write as much as possible.
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They discovered that even in the face of pain that seems unbearable, even in the face of pain that wrings the last drop of blood out of your heart and leaves its scrimshaw tracery on the inside of your skull, life goes on. And pain grows dull, and begins to fade
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You can only maintain an immensely gothic attitude for so long before either killing yourself or beginning to feel like a poser.
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Some of the food in Liquor is food I've really eaten filtered through a veil of fiction.
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Horror is the badge of humanity, worn proudly, self-righteously, and often falsely.
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Ive tried to avoid labels, but they always find you.
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I certainly wanted to write a book that was honest about New Orleans without explaining it to death, so much so that the first draft contained references absolutely incomprehensible to anyone who hasn't lived here for several years.
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There are people who must spend huge amounts of time composing these online diatribes against me, all about how disgusting and terrible I am and how no one should ever read my books, and it's not enough for them to hate me, they can't stand the fact that ANYONE likes me!
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I'd much rather do an obviously commercial writing project than get a day job.
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I believe in whatever gets you throught the night. [...] Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four A.M.knows all my secrets.
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My dad told me that no one could ever make it as a writer, that my chances were equivalent to winning the lottery - which was good for me, because I like to have something to prove.
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Never relinquish your terrors. That's when they catch you.
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You hold onto what you have you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you.
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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.
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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.
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