Quotes from Poppy Z. Brite

My grandmother told me you shouldn't try to define evil, that the minute you think you've got it all pinned down, a kind of evil you never even thought of will sneak up behind you and jump inside your head. I don't think anyone knows what evil is. I don't think anyone has the right to say.

what's the code for New Orleans? MSY? That doesn't make sense

Help the ones you love, his grandmother had told him, help them when you can, and after that, mind your business. Your gift doesn't give you the right to go rearranging other people's lives for them. You might see their souls, but they won't always want you to be their mirror.

Magic happens when and where it wants to.

It was as if America had begun the decade of the eighties by shattering some great cosmic mirror, except that the seven years of bad luck hadn't ended yet. The wizened, evil-faced dybbuk in the White House had been as alien a being as Trevor could imagine, a shriveled yet hideously animated puppet thrust into power by the same shadowy forces that had controlled the world since Trevor was five, forces he could not control, could barely see or begin to understand.

AS WE THINK, SO WE ARE;

Rosalie lay awake late at night, alone in her unwomaned bed

but they knew no better than to fortify their product with highly toxic oil of wormwood. Two of the kids had died after sampling their own product. The other two only suffered massive brain damage.

I suspected later that I might actually saved lives by killing some of them.

Trevor slowed the car to a crawl, made sure Zach was breathing, speeded back up to twenty or so. If he rolled through stop signs, he could drive all the way to Kinsey's house in second gear. It would be hell on the clutch

And what was I if not death's ghostwriter?

I am Nothing. He liked the name. It did not make him feel worthless; on the contrary, he began to think of himself as a blank slate upon which anything could be written. The words inscribed on his soul were up to him.

knew how hungrily they would lap up the twin rivers of blood and milk.

Zillah took her arm and led her toward the van. Ann kept her arm squeezed against her body so that his fingers would come into contact with the sideswell of her breast. He didn't move his hand away. Soon she felt his fingers begin to move, subtly caressing her, a forefinger darting out to graze her nipple. The nipple shivered erect

There was a chill in the air, to be sure, a damp cool vapour drifting round corners and rising from drains. But I had just come from London, where November vapours were like ill-intentioned hands sliding beneath your collar to encircle your coat-chafed, chicken-skinned throat, where November winds cut more deeply than my stolen scalpel ever did.

That chap looks as if he ate a girl's kidney last night.

They may hate us for sucking cock, but at least they can't accuse of making more little cocksuckers.

I'm Lush Rimbaud, and I refuse to shut up or die.

Like someone trying to gargle boiling water.

The rape and dismemberment of my immortal soul-though I deserved all that and more, I found that I could no longer bear the weight.

She felt the electric thrill of contact, the very tip of his tongue touching hers, and an exquisite heat exploded from the center of her womb. For an instant she thought her innards would simply melt out of her pussy and run down her thighs, so intense was the rush.

Nothing gazed around at the kids in the club. They were all so beautiful. He loved their choppy hairstyles, their costume jewelry, their ragged black or multicolored clothes. He loved the way they all somehow looked like him, and he wished he could make friends with every one of them.

Rickey wondered briefly who they were before the lovely floaty feeling wiped away his curiosity. "You got a concussion and a broken ankle, but you're gonna be fine.

Mostly I enjoy the restaurants (my husband is a chef), though I wish we had a wider diversity of ethnic food.